
Those of you who know me also know about my dog. November 2nd he turned 16 yrs old - that is the same age I was when I first brought him home. He was a 3 yr old ridiculously crazy labrador who for his first three years was raised in kennel. When he was turned loose on my parent's 13 acres with a pond he could not control his enthusiasm. He would knock adults over in his excitement, steal food from unsuspecting children, and always be underfoot.
When we left for college big changes were in store for him. We lived in a tiny apartment and since we now lived in town we abided by the leash laws. He was a trooper - content anywhere I was. He has changed a lot over the years but one thing remains the same. He loves the snow. Two nights ago a blizzard went though our area and when I let Kilo outside he was in heaven.
One of his most frustrating qualities when I was in college has become one of his most endearing. During the winter months I hated taking him for walks. No matter how much snow, how cold or icy, during a walk he would always flop his head in the slow and push his body along with his back feet. I would walk very slowly leash in hand and watch passersby gawk or laugh. Very frustrating when you are late for class.
Now that we have both slowed down quite a bit, I look forward to taking him for those walks. As I let him out the other night the first thing he did was stick his head in the snow and push with his back feet. Adorable.

