January 29th, 2020
Another day of venturing into Bailey’s favorite snowy playground. Squirrels and rabbits occasionally make an appearance to keep a Newfoundland dog’s interest. Their tracks taunt Bailey to submerge her prominent muzzle into the snow. It doesn’t matter how cold the weather is out, Bailey seeks out their scents. Of course, she can’t go far. A couple of feet off the packed trail and Bailey sinks like rock thrown into water. It’s a worry for me if Bailey were to get stuck. I would have to go in and attempt a rescue. Who would rescue me? As luck would have it, Bailey was content to sit on the trail and wait longingly for a woodland critter to appear.