And then there was ice, and the ice didn’t melt, and the dogs slipped and slid, and the people didn’t manage to walk on their driveways, and the birds stayed high in the sky for none of them wanted to land on the ice where we slipped and slid. And that’s my January story.
It has a happy ending. We’re still here. Waiting for spring. Waiting for the big thaw that’s just around the corner from the black cloud. It’s okay. It’s life. Everything goes around again to the beginning and touches the end. Or maybe it all starts in the middle. What do we know? We're dogs.
Best wishes, Juno
1 comment:
Hi Juno! We're waiting for the spring, too. We hate this cold weather.
In Sympathy,
Abby, Olivia and Taz
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