My little watch dog

Winter was particularly ruff for my little handsome man, Rex.

Life in the snow belt is often a cruel and slippery slope.

And this year even more so for a 7 pound pup who hails from Alabama.

Rex is typically a trooper, but the towering ice coated snow drifts were already wearing him down by the time a mid April blizzard hit.

My boy grew anxious, chewing on his dog tags in frustration.

But Rex is doing better now.

He has returned to his cozy loveseat on the sun porch where he naps to the cardinals’ spring serenade each day after breakfast.

Though I do catch an open eye on occasion. Rex remains very focused on the one remaining snowdrift next to our shady garage.

My little watch dog wants to make sure it continues to melt.

For that matter, so do I.

Better late than never

My little friend and I were both up early to celebrate the first day of spring.

Sure, I understand the calendars say it arrived a month ago.

But the residents of Minnesota must have missed the memo.

Up here in the ‘bold north’ we’ve been breaking the kind of records that no one ever wants to break.

For example, surviving the coldest April in recorded history.

And also what definitely seemed like the longest winter of my life.

After last weekend’s blizzard our moods had gone south and were almost as heavy as the snow.

Still by midweek on a walk I’d discovered one beacon of hope atop a light post overlooking a soccer field.

It was a bold and beautiful bald eagle sitting on her favorite nest.

Apparently she’d just returned to the state as she knew spring was finally about to arrive.

I knew it as well today as the sun melted the last of the snow while I walked for hours out in the country.

I guess good things really do come to those who wait.

And I’m not going to miss one single thing.

That’s some bunny!

“Some bunny thinks she’s the Easter bunny,” I told my tiny pup Junie B. this morning.

She responded with a little snort and what looked to be a laugh.

We’d awakened not too bright and early to the sounds of snow plows sailing down our street after yet another snow storm.

Junie B. was thinking we should start our Easter Party today after tearing open a bag of Easter basket goodies.

“What do you think about going to the sunrise Easter service tomorrow morning down at the beach?” I asked her. “It could be a little chilly with that 12 degree low by morning.”

I don’t know if Junie B. understood me.

But I do know for sure that Junie B. growled as she ran back to the crate and quickly slammed the door.

I think our long winter may be getting the best of both of us.

And believe me that’s no April Fool’s joke.