Could it be?

Am I dreaming?

Maybe it is...

Spring?

Well, maybe not totally, but it got over 70 degrees today! So, Abby and I went out to celebrate.

We saw some of our old walk friends, and there are new dogs to get to know.

Kids were put playing IN SHORTS! People were raking their lawn, and clearing the rest of the snow from driveways.

Can you believe this sky?

Of course, it's supposed to snow later this week. But a glimpse of spring will keep us going until it REALLY gets here.

A Conversation with Nick

My little brother and I often chat via email while we are having slow days at work. This was an email chain we had just before Christmas:

S: You can tell it's been cold, because I was walking in from the parking lot, and I was thinking "I think It's warming up, it's pretty nice out!" It was 17 degrees. 

N: I know, 20 in the next few days looks sooo nice. 
It snowed this morning and so I woke up and left early... and got here 30 minutes early. Not much i could do. 

S: Except look for Corgi videos. 

N: Then no work would get done, not even christmas shopping 

S: That's what everyone gets for Christmas! Corgi videos! 

N: Everyone wins! 

S: Done and done. Best Christmas ever. 

N: Who would complain? Other than Vallhund who thinks that christmas needs to be more solemn. 

S: True. Vallhund wants a more respectful, classical Christmas. 

N: He is all about the classics and spending time with family. 

S: He prefers hymns to singing carols around a piano. 

N: While corgi is all about all day christmas story marathon. 

S: And day drinking Christmas beer. Vallhund sniffs at drinks before five, and then only wine or a classy martini. 

N: He enjoys looking at the tree too. He just likes relaxing. 

S: And sitting by a crackling fire. 

N: And secretly a christmas story but he wont admit it. 

S: He watches it at night after everyone else has gone to bed. 

N: With mulled wine. 

S: And maybe canapés. 

N: But then vallhund would go chop wood and relax. 

S: In a flannel shirt and earflap hat, naturally. He is all about having the appropriate attire. Corgi would wear ripped sweatpants. 

N: Mhm. He would have a nice relaxing herd. 

S: And they would wrestle a lot. 

N: And corgi would be all "don't herd me!" 

S: I am the herder! Stop herding me! Hey, let's go find some goats. 

N: Or sheeps. They want to herd the sheeps, but the bigger dogs are all "no way. Sheeps are big time." 

S: If you start with the sheeps, you'll be herding them all dang day. Because sheeps don't listen. 

N: Exactly. But vallhund knows. He knows he has the skills to pay the bills. 

S: He does. Sheeps respond to him, because he barks in Viking. 

N: They talk back and he goes and gets his helmet. 

S: That scares them into behaving. It's an intimidating helmet. 

N: He would have a spear to go with the magic helmet, but he has no thumbs. 

S: That is his biggest life's sadness. That is what he thinks about when he gazes moodily at the Fjords. 

N: He has dreams. Dog dreams. That are about more than duck bacon and go. 

S: Those are the short term dreams. But he has PLANS, yo.