is happening at it’s best. . . again. We woke up to snow on the ground this morning. Terribly depressing, but beautiful! The new leaves pale green gleams through the bright white of the snow. Holly (our 8 1/2 year old Rottie) is the happiest of our crew. She has snow to roll in again. Earlier this week I caught her standing in a puddle, staring down at the remains of her snow bank. Sigh, she says.

I’m so glad she enjoys life now. With the abusive start she had in life, she hasn’t found much joy, but over the last couple of years she has more than made up for it. We went through the terrible twos and the adolescent rebellion all in the last couple of years. We are probably the only dog owners who rejoice in a bit of rebellion! It is so good to see; for years there was no one home behind her eyes. We only saw a spark at rare intervals – usually when she had mud squishing between her toes!

Now she romps and runs, all full of herself. Poor Tank, he would say over-bearing . . . who would have thought our Holly-bear would become an over-bearing Rottie female.