The big chill

We had another relatively uneventful day, except for chipmunk chasing on the part of our killer dog. She earned that name again today and made Gilly a proud father. Gilly walked down the road and did his exercises, but required a lot of prodding to do so. Tamara does not take no for an answer, so he had little choice. He ate, but very sparingly.

It was a downright chilly day, but it didn’t stop me from having a swim with Tamara. Gilly wore my toasty ski jacket. Lord knows how he’ll stay warm in winter if he’s already dressed for snow at about 15º.

I am about to turn in with my book. I’ll take advantage of the last 2 days of rest; I’m officially back to work this Monday, although I don’t start to teach until the 29th. Tamara invited her dad out for a walk and he accepted. I’m floored, frankly, because it’s dark and the thermometer reads 11.6º at the moment. He is drawn to his children like none other.