In the spring, summer and fall, Liza Jane knows that if it is morning and I am home, the odds are ever in her favor that we will go walking when I get out of bed. Last week when it was -4* and the sun was shining she was clearly disgruntled that the rule did not apply.
This morning I said few words and none of the "do you wanna go..." words. I smiled and said "are you a good dog? are you a happy dog?" Her tail began wagging, she ran into my bedroom, grabbed my shoe and followed me around with clear intent. It was hilarious.
The best part of a day like today is the Joy of Dog after a 2 mile walk and a bath. Photo montage follows.