Jonah: Boris is another snow-lover. Whined at the door till I HAD to take

him for him morning walkies. We went through the woods, which are filled

with 2-foot drifts. (Boris is about 12 in. high at the shoulder.) He made

his way for a while with a sort of kangaroo motion–boing! boing! in a sort

of bounding, looping, jumping way. Then he started to tire, and I started

to worry about him getting a heart attack (he’s 12, i.e. 84 in people

years). So I CARRIED him, which he didn’t mind at all. Then, about halfway

through the woods, I started to worry about ME having a heart attack, so I

put him down but walked ahead of him, pushing my legs through the snow to

make a channel he could walk in without having to do the bounding thing. It

was murder on the quads after a while, but we made it. OK, the darn mut’s

had his walkies. I AM NOT GOING OUT AGAIN TODAY.