So yesterday’s hike turned out to be a snowshoeing adventure (the snow was still surprisingly deep — good thing I keep the snowshoes in the trunk), but this guy didn’t seem to care, so long as he got to chase scents off the trail and run through the mud and take snow baths and sit in 6 inches of cold water. This New York Times piece is so true — no way I’d be outdoors nearly this much in the winter if I didn’t have Grady (and outdoors is so much better than a godawful treadmill, even in January).

So yesterday’s hike turned out to be a snowshoeing adventure (the snow was still surprisingly deep — good thing I keep the snowshoes in the trunk), but this guy didn’t seem to care, so long as he got to chase scents off the trail and run through the mud and take snow baths and sit in 6 inches of cold water.

This New York Times piece is so true — no way I’d be outdoors nearly this much in the winter if I didn’t have Grady (and outdoors is so much better than a godawful treadmill, even in January).

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