Riso got castrated yesterday and the weather didn’t seem to make his recovery easier. It was raining and muddy, and cold… My last tought yesterday night was “why isn’t it snowing, if it is raining and so fucking cold anyway? It wasn’t really a wish. More like a complaint. But today morning we woke up to this.
So we packed some food, made a hot tea, called a friend, and took the dogs to have breakfast in the woods together.
Then, we took a long loooong walk, and lots of pictures, because everything was so white, so pure, so beautiful…
Finally we came home, just in time for lunch, with all the dogs so clean we couldn’t believe. No one had to be washed, the only ones who took a nice hot bath was Erno and me. 🤍 Maybe dreams do come true sometimes, after all.
