Stick handling

It was a fairly short walk yesterday (45 minutes vs two hours), because trudging through slush is bloody hard work.

Still, it had its moments of hilarity. I mean, who needs a ball when there are snowballs to try to catch in your mouth?

Even more fun than watching her catch a snowball is when she misses one and then looks in the snow to see where it’s gone. Oh, Georgie, you do never cease to amuse.

Then there are sticks. Unlike her ball, sticks are only of interest for as long as they’re in your hand and not in herpossession. (As Joe puts it, there is no such word as “your” in Georgie’s vocabulary. There’s only “mine” and “not mine – yet”.)  If you’ve got a stick, she has to have it. As soon as you throw it for her she ceases to care. 

Unless you make her work for it.

If it’s hard won, she will hold on to her prize for a while.

I managed to keep one stick in play for most of our walk. 

Joe, when he took over stick handling, went a lot further to make her fight for it than I ever would.

Well, he’s the one who’s going to have to pay the dental bills.

FYI: Pipes still frozen. Maybe tomorrow it will warm up enough? Fingers crossed.

Back to Jean’s last night for dinner, a movie and another shower. I walked.