Three Deep Breaths.
I was walking with the dogs this evening. The Treeing Walker, Daisy. And the Dachshund, Peanut.
The snow was falling. It was quiet. And still but for the falling snow.
There was no pulling. And no pooping.
It was entirely peaceful.
I could only think. This is perfect. I love my dogs so much.
What a gift to walk the dogs. In the snow. Tonight.