From JuJu with Love

Bundled up like Nanuk of the North

Some mornings it’s just us.

Fourteen degrees.

Three fresh inches of powder across the golf course.

She leads. I follow.

The world still quiet.

Her paw prints remind me that even in the quietest seasons, we are still making our mark. 

I’m layered like an Arctic explorer, flexing my fingers so they don’t freeze, wondering, Is this over yet?

Meanwhile, my 11-year-old emotional support sled dog doodle is living her best life. Racing through snow like she was born for the Yukon. Pure joy. No complaints. No weather app anxiety.

Every hundred yards she stops, turns around, and checks to make sure I’m still there.

That part gets me.

In the middle of all that freedom, she still looks back.

It’s a good reminder — to slow down, to notice the morning light, to appreciate these early walks I won’t have forever.

To stop and smell the roses.

Or in her case… fresh Canadian goose poop. Possibly a dead squirrel.

Same lesson. Different delivery system.

From Juju with love 💙❄️🐾