Travel Diary : Two little pugs.Our spring faded back into winter. Nature has, like most of us, declared 'Namastay in bed!' as she tucked herself in under a fresh layer of heavy snow. I don't blame her. I'm not a morning person, yet I like to do as many things as possible before noon. Contradictory, I know. Bandit is also not a morning person. He's a dog (Sorry, couldn't resit). He's more than willing to sleep all day. Most mornings I have to carry him out because he's still in bed whilst I've been awake for over an hour and have made the bed around him.
Today we headed out for a late afternoon walk to accommodate him, I had also worked all morning. So with the sun low and our spirits high we set out for our favourite spot (Swayze Falls within Short hills Provincial Park) with a little monster in tow. My mother's pug Baby. She's a seat hog. Bandit hates it. It was quite cold so the little ones were bundled right up with their hoodies and jackets. Bandit always looks like a tank in his, it pushes all his neck skin up. You'll see. Imagine walking through the most pristine wood, the snow crunching beneath your boots, all is silent and still. Then, two little pugs come trodding up behind you snorting and grunting as the rip past and up the path. A dream if you ask me. Like Snow White with a few less dwarves. HIGH HO! - N & B
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