Wednesday, November 29, 2006



It snowed last night in Denver. Koda just loves tumbling around in the snow so he stood at our door gazing out at the snow which was accumulating on the ground for a few hours after work yesterday. At first it was kind of cute, watching him gaze wistfully outside at the snowfall. Then he started to get restless, alternating running from the living room window to the bedroom then back to the living room (over and over and over and over), so I threw on my shoes and heaviest winter jacket, the warmest hat I own and I borrowed a pair of Brandon's huge snowboarding gloves. I hooked up Koda to his leash and we headed out into the snow.

It was about 8:00 p.m. and there were very few people outside. Although the last thing I felt like was going for a walk in the cold and snow, I must admit- it was beautiful! There was an inch or two of snow on the ground and not a single footprint (or pawprint) came before ours. We ran for a while, big snow flakes hitting my cheeks. Running down the sidewalk with my arm outstretched with my dog pulling the leash in front of me, I tried my best not to slip and fall. Imagining a) me slipping and falling since my dog was running super fast combined with b) running like crazy people through the falling snow while all the sane people were inside their heated homes resulted in a huge grin across my face. I was exhilrating and unexpected and I think I smiled for a block straight.

In any case, we brought a camera along with us, because you just never know when a mundane walk might turn into a creative adventure.