When winter’s wrath hits town, little delicate greenhouse flowers like LP and I move out. Fast.
We’re both seasoned travellers, and I have to say, it’s a joy to be able to travel with the little Bean. (If you have any questions about travelling with your small dog, you should read a post I wrote for the Montreal Dog Blog a while back – right here.)
Goodbye Polar Vortex…
One of the first things I do when we land is throw our bags to the side and immediately drag our bare tootsies outside where there’s no snow, no salt and absolutely no need for socks.
The pool is a source of eternal fascination for Lola Pug, even though she *hates* getting wet, so we have to go out and check for fish…or manatees…or perhaps merpugs.
But the fascination with the pool soon gives way to The Pug’s favourite activity (after eating), and the basking begins.
…and basically doesn’t stop…
…until the sun goes down.
Happiness is, indeed, a warm puppy.
I don’t know how I’m going to break it to her that we can’t escape winter forever (although I’m seriously reconsidering those logistics), so we’ll just enjoy life right now as we should – one moment – and one glorious sunbeam – at a time.