Midnight Meanders

The moon is bright and it's 28 degrees. Will the bougainville survive? Followed by the doh-gees, I checked up on the plants which looked OK; at least no ice fuzz was forming on the plastic. The fuzzy butts seemed to take to the chill, so I figured, what the hell. Of course, they scampered down to the riv-ver. With some trepidation I let them past the gate making sure they stayed close. Down we go, to the rushing waters for some midnight root tugging.

Meeaah? Lo Hobbie-Wobbies, who followed down right to the water. Meeaah.

I was uneasy with it being so dark and them being so close to the water, so I led the ani-pack back up again -- Hobbes taking his sweet, meandering time.

But they were in their element, so I decided to take them down Hilderbrand, doggie tails up and wagging. Hobbie-wobbie follows, cutting across the lawn over to the corner, where he refuses to crawl under the fence. Meeeah! Helpless cat. Nothing I can do coaxes him through.


Sigh. We head back the other way, Hobbes sprinting (!) over the lawn to meet up with us at the front gate. The dogs are happy so long as we can be out and about... where does not really matter.

We all go down to the bridge. Three furry blurs in the darkness, sometimes pairs of luminescent eyes reflecting off my flashlight. Hobbes looses himself in the thickets by the bridge, Fipsy heads out left into the large oat field and Rosco scampers on ahead off to Mirabel. The dry cold is deceptive, but the nanimoos don't seem affected by it. Hobbes rejuvenates from his lethargy and the doh-gees are definitely in an Oh this is fun! mood.


But now my furrless paws are getting numb, so I head on back. The two doggies follow, and when we reach the crest Hobbes (who went on a sit down strike when Rosco chased him), saunters up the hill in best feldkatz manner.

Back inside, I say "hot doggie?" and Fips immediately snaps his head away from his butt. All animals get a chunk-o-doggie. I fix myself some tea. Fips stares at me curiously while a rub my hands over the boiling water. ???? I think of the Aesop fable as the two fuzzy bodies eagerly wait their excise tax on bread n' butter.

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