(Note the dog-spelling of the last "w" word...)
To bring you up to speed on the last month, the household has been busy getting ready for a new team member. Meanwhile, Gladys broke a toenail and has been on light duty. One thing I will say about Gladys is, despite many redeeming qualities, she hasn't been quite as durable as me. Ever since my first hike in Vermont nearly six years ago (when my tender southern pads bled), I've been pretty much indestructible. I'm like Wes Welker, whereas Gladys is Aaron Hernandez (an analogy that works... except for size. If we're searching for the New England Patriot who most resembles me in personality, it's definitely Gronk.)
Anyway, I was bringing you up on the highlights of the last month: oh yes, I got a new collar for Christmas... very sharp.
Last Friday, Mark took me on our first backcountry ski trip of 2013 (no Gladys... again, light duty). We made fresh tracks on an unnamed mountain in the Green range (the mountain does have a name, but we don't name all our backcountry destinations on this blog). Today, after about a month hiatus, Mark did take me for a run -- and this time we did bring Gladys... for a mile. Working her back in slowly. Mark, incidentally, was quicker than I thought he'd be after his time off. I guess all that skiing and hockey-playing does keep him in shape. Alison, meanwhile, has put on a little weight and goes a little slower these days. Hey... I'm a dog who tells it like it is. I still love running with her... and we all think she's the best.
