“I didn’t do it, Bear. I had nothing to do with it. How is it?”
“Best snow EVER. Fluffy! Light! Fast! Did you see Teddy run?”
That little guy looked like a little black furry blur out there, running numerous laps around Bear and then deciding through some coded signals that it was time to leap on her. She doesn’t even care about Teddy’s cone any more. She’s learned to maneuver around it.
His foot is still wrapped because though the wounds are basically healed, the one under his dewclaw still looks like something he would fuss with. Possibly today the bandages will come off and he’ll just wear the cone for a while. It’s been a long haul for this little guy, but he doesn’t seem to mind. I hope next week he can have his foot back.
It is really a beautiful snow. ❤
Thank you everyone who responded to my “Existential Crisis” post yesterday. I think Covid has pushed a lot of people there and probably contributes to my friend’s darkness right now. Anyway, I appreciate it very much.