I L O V E early mornings on New Years Day! It's so eerily quiet in the neighborhood. Everybody is still asleep, only the snow plows in the distance grate down Yonge Street. I also heard another dog bark somewhere. We enjoy the fresh snow, it's fluffy and light, you can blow on it and it flies away. I would have waited at least for 8AM to go outside, but Happy was sitting in front of my sons bedroom door, making a hell of a noise, to get Biko to come out and play. Apparently that freak can't pee or poop without her, or he just wants company, who knows.
Here she is looking for for her tennis ball. I never know where it will end up, when I throw it, so everybody better stay way behind me, to be safe.
She found it. Happy got a lesson on how to jump up on the flower bed, and how to get down again. He seems very interested.
My dad made these little wooden pigs in a walnut shell (mass production before Christmas, because everybody wanted one or fifty). It's a good luck charm for this new year. I think they are very cute, and am glad to have one.
I'm also glad that apparently neither Biko nor Happy are bothered by fire works. That's wonderful! Remember poor Sam? We had to sedate him, he was so scared of every boom and bang.
So, I hope you all don't have a big hang over from last night!