Today was another persevere word. The morning walk is quite slowed down and difficult, little, mincing, careful steps, not my style. It’s not exercise, it’s not a stretch and my muscles are sore from tight rope walking for miles because we are too stubborn to turn around or not to go. The dogs are wild show offs. They bound around, run ahead, slipping, sliding and all tumbled up, happy as anything, falling all over the icy place. Nowadays I only like to fall gently onto soft things, like down comforters and pillows. And I can see that the day will come when even that will be dangerous. We try to make good choices, but there is much that we don't get to choose, it just is, for the moment and then it is the next thing. Happy dogs, smart pups.