The Big Dog

The weather was so excellent yesteray -- cold and windy and grey -- that I took Big Dog for a walk over to the field by what I call the creek and what is actually, of course, a storm drain.  (The kid has gone to Branson with her BFF, so Herr Dr. Delagar and I are without child this weekend.)

It's the first long walk I've taken without the kid for sometime -- just me and the Big Dog, running and walking in the cold.  The field, as it turned out, was all boggy with the recent rain, so we got a bit muddy, and Big Dog was disappointed that I would not take off the leash to let him run off into the trees after the possum he could tell were hiding up in the trees, but other than that, a fine time was had by all.