Didder was a bit hesitant and questioning, but had a good attitude heading out into the storm. On the other hand, ten minutes into it I was questioning my sanity. My cheeks and chin were frozen by the flying snowflakes and biting wind. Betsy and Zoe have a lot more guts and toughness than me! By the time we entered the back trail, I wasn’t the only one questioning my sanity. AhD became recalcitrant and stopped. I think the letters wtf were floating through his mind, and they didn’t have anything to do with winning the future. I just bided my time and stayed happy and relaxed. After a while, I convinced him that, yes, I DID want him to go out in this weather, and he actually recovered his former attitude!! :) What a good boy!
I figured the deer would be hunkering down in the trees awaiting the end of the storm, and sure enough, we scared up four of them! I wanted to get a picture as they sailed away behind us, but Didder was all jittery, so I thought two hands on the reins was necessary. The dogs just stood there, smiling at us, tails a-wagging and tongues a-panting. They never even noticed the deer bounding less than 30' behind them. Sometimes I wonder about them. I wish they would ignore porcupines the way they ignore deer.
I didn’t dare get out into the road for the last leg of our journey until a plow truck passed by. I thought I could hear one, and didn’t have long to wait. There is actually a huge plow truck in all that swirling snow.
Now look at who has a snow mustache!Back to work! ~ Susan and Didder in Maine