snowshoe saturday.

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a warm and fine day. 

my toque stayed in my jacket pocket the whole trip

and i was sweating from labour'd steps. 

the snow had the consistency of a slushie or snowcone sans flavour'd syrup. 

ziggy had difficulty high-stepping in deep snow

but pinto just spread her ibizan toes and happily danced circles around her wee brother.

life is so good. 

so very good....

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