Sad, when 28 degrees and sunny counts as "spring-like". But the snow is gone, the chipmunks are out, and Meg was in high spirits today when we took a meander around the hay meadow. Well, I meandered, she bolted. Mountain Cur or cutting horse? You decide. I have no idea what the heck she's doing here. She looks like a Muppet. There is no way to describe her weirdness while running. The hazards of a body that sometimes out-runs your nose. Is it wrong to be jealous of my dog's body? And this is her out of condition. A rare still moment - but note the 'about to bolt' posture. Here's hoping she'll still have enough energy to propel her over the obstacles at agility class tonight! She's currently crashed on the bed.