It's freakin' cold

April came in like a lamb, but it's going out like an iceberg. Yuck. Going for the morning walk with Callie is not pleasant. Coat, scarf, knit cap, gloves. And taking Tasha out to do her "business" at 6 a.m. is even less pleasant. It warms up some in the afternoon, making things a little more manageable. I tried to take a photo of the two dogs together outside yesterday, but Callie ran from the camera and Tasha just rolled around in the grass.

Tasha plays with me in the living room. In this shot she's NOT biting my fingers.

On Friday afternoon Callie and Tasha and I spent some good time playing outside. Callie is still trying to figure out who this new animal is, but Tasha just runs and jumps and rolls and has a good time. I left the two of them outside alone together for about fifteen minutes and they were good (I watched from a window). Then Tasha came bounding back in the house and collapsed for a nap. I like that. With better weather, we'll be able to spend more time outside and less time trying to play indoors.

And, as a bonus, Tasha learned to climb the stairs in one day! She can go up, but she hasn't yet learned how to climb down. That'll come as she gets bigger.