Monday, January 3
Tumbleweeds 6.0
Westley and I were out for a little run at twilight tonight, slipping in a couple of miles before the winter storm arrives later tonight, and a block or so from home we came across a frightened little orphaned tumbler, separated from its family, stuck in our cookie cutter suburban neighborhood, looking forlorn and lost. Westley kindly picked it up in his mouth, retriever that he is, and carried it a half block before I could get him to put it down. What a nice dog.
