This blog has been taken over by a Golden Retriever, cunningly using his—my—appearance of loyalty and the deceiving personification of good. I will now post images of home-made treats and tasty birds from the grouse group. Well, I suppose, the previous owner already shared photographs of the latter, so I'll leave those up. Treats it is, then. Peanut butter.
It's January 1st, and we're hiking in the mountains. The snow fog is so thick that it's even safe for the Sasquatch to come out without being detected. (Having relocated to the Northwest fairly recently, I'm already inclined to make bad jokes about the local cryptofauna.)
Aptly named Glacier, a cream Golden Retriever, is soon lulled into meditation by the falling snowflakes. Later, in a rare display of obedience--for a basset--Roediger runs back to his mom (me!), while Glacier is seriously considering chasing those mule deer down the mountain!
Superstitious Russians believe that the manner in which you spend New Year's will reflect upon the way the rest of the year goes. I spent mine in the mountains with two excellent canines, so I feel pretty good about that!