19 degrees with wind chill?

hah! we don't need no stinkin' warm temps to have a good time. such things are especially inconsequential to the bobo, as long as the sun is shining, he's pretty sure that means he's supposed to be outside. outside. a word that brings a smile to his lips and a wag to his tail. a place full of possibilities. a mole under that rock? a squirrel up that tree? other dogs on the other side of that fence? anything is possible and/or probable.

as for me, well, i'm nothing if not easy... yes, i'm content to sniff a little here and snuff a little there (is that a greenie in your hand, daddy? or are you just f***in' with me?) now i suppose i should confess that these images were taken during a family outing in our front yard 2 days ago, but this is basically what it looks like every time we venture out the front door (how pitiful is that, by the way, that a big-deal outing for us is a romp in the front yard? except, of course, for the bobo, who gets to take long walks with mom as long as the roads are clear. not that i mind, they go reallyreally far, and i'm just a little girl with short legs and i'm not really interested in that much exercise. but--as i so often do--i digress).

max enjoys the outside/front yard outings, as well... as long as he can stay as far as caninely possible from... the camera. stupid max. when will he figure out that there is no escaping the camera? (you can run but you can't hide for very long, buddy). especially now that mommy has her nifty new 7.2 megapixel/ 3X optical zoom/mpeg-4 movie ex-z750 casio camera. (mind you, mommy has no idea what any of that stuff means... she's just happy because it has a bigger/better display screen, which means she can actually take a picture without finding her reading glasses first, which is, according to mommy, a major pain in the ass and when did my eyes get so bad anyway? is there no end to the annoying maladies brought on by age? sometimes i yearn to be back in my youth, but since so many good things have happened to me after i hit 30 i guess i should quit my bitchin' and just get on with my life or at least a reasonable facsimile of it...now where did i put my freakin' reading glasses?)

i'm beginning to think mommy and max have more in common in that aging department than either one realizes or cares to acknowledge... but that's a discussion for another time/another day. right now, it's 19 degrees with wind chill, and we're gettin' ready for another festive frolic in the front yard. whoopee.

"The foolish man seeks happiness in the distance, the wise grows it under his feet." ~ James Oppenheim (courtesy The Quotations Page)