There is only one word to describe the dog park this morning; COLD!
I understand the sympathy from readers where winter is measured in months rather than days will be minimal at best but this is the coldest it has been in the 7.5 years I have lived in Arizona. More importantly, it is the coldest day of Harper’s life. When we arrived at the dog park it was 27*F. As always, I brought a water dish but it was for naught today. The pipe to the faucet at the park was frozen.
This all seemed to matter much more to the humans, however, than to the dogs. The crowd was noticeably smaller but the dogs present seemed to be ignoring the cold. Every dog in the “Small Dogs” enclosure was wearing a sweater or a coat but every dog, save one, on our side of the fence was wearing only the outer-wear the good Lord gave them.
Fewer pictures today. The iPhone seems to work better while not wearing gloves. My fingers, however, seemed to work better with them. Maybe I am just out of practice working with gloves.