So first of all, we finally got some snow this morning. Yippee.
I felt like freaking Jack London out there - what with all the snowing and blowing and wind howling, and my trusty dog by my side walking along with his face buried in the snow. How does he even see where he's going?
So anyway, we were trudging along, and we started to head home, when Jar said, hey, let's go down this other street instead and take the long way home. So we did.
And we were walking along, and at one house, their St. Bernard was out.
Obviously, Jar's not the only one who loves the snow, huh?
We've met this guy before - he's a HUGE St. Bernard named Iggy, and he's friendly enough - though I don't think I'd want to trespass when his people aren't right there. So he's just hanging around in the front yard, not saying a word, when Jar saw him.
Jar looked at Iggy, Iggy looked at Jar, and then Iggy got up and started walking toward the street. Not threatening or anything, just kind of telling us to move it along.
And of course, Jar being Jar, he's all "hey, who's THAT? Is that another DOG? Is he LOOKING at me?" and I just hustled him along, and he kept looking back, and we kept hustling and Iggy kept meandering toward us, just sniffing the ground where Jar had just been walking.
And then Jar looked up at me and said, "hey, you wanna do some heeling?"
And so we did.
How cool is THAT?
