Wordless Wednesday - Emma

How The Girls Really Feel About Deep Snow

Emma started to follow the Lady who was on her snowshoes. 

Nope, I'm going back

Hailey after Lady called her over . . . . she really wanted to go back to the house.

Sparks

Around Blogville we have seen people posting Monday Sparks. Since the only mischief we have had is not visiting blogs like we should and working too much, we thought we join in. 

I work with a family who lives in the Cayman Islands. Last week I was suppose to have a video conference with them, but they asked if they could re-schedule it because they had the opportunity to go and release sea turtles. I said, go, have fun, send me pictures.

This is not my client, but this is the sea turtle he names Michelangelo (he is 9 and has found the Teenaged Mutant Ninja Turtles) that he did get to release.

Silent Saturday - The One Who Loves Snow

FFF

I join Yamini for the Final Fiction Friday Blog Hop. Click on her name for the rules.

The Man's book was closest - Death Masks by Ed Greenwood

The words I will use
1. stint
2. murmured
3. dry

I am try a Haiku this month. I don't think I have written one since the late 1980s or early 1990s (I had to Google what was required)

Winter a stint of cold

Winds murmured through the tall trees

Inside is cozy and dry

Tracking - by Lee

By the time you read this, our snow may be all gone. They are forecasting a lot of rain at the start of this week. Because of this, Lady thought it would be a great time to go out and play in the snow. We haven't done much of that because it has been too cold or too icy. 

Sunday was a beautiful winter day, so off we went.

I haven't talked much about it, but I have been doing a lot of off leash training this winter. I don't really like sinking in the deep snow and can't get the speed, so my peeps have been trusting me more.

I did an ok job on Sunday, until I found evil Red John Squirrel's tracks. 

Then I went into the bush, that is still our property. Lady told me to wait, and I did. She put me on leash and brought me back to the yard.

Red John may have escaped this time, but someday I will get him (or her, we don't know the gender).

Wordless Wednesday - The Man and Cousin Emma