It's been stupid cold lately and that's just getting me a little discouraged. We'd been on such a roll for the last six months and hitting every single goal we set. Now, we're back to square one and it just makes me a little bummed.
|After seeing this, for 25 days . . .|
|. . . it's difficult to go back to seeing this.|
I know that I should feel good about the fact that we've gotten out there and walked every single day despite the cold. Despite the fact that most of our walks have been less than a mile long, we're at 30 miles so far this year, which means we're averaging 2 miles a day. I know that's great considering Mother Nature's crankiness this month.
The crazy has entered our house, though. Barley has been getting into mischief like you wouldn't believe. The majority of the steps I've been getting with my Jawbone Up have been to go chase her away from the cat food (which she has to climb on the counter to eat) or away from the litter box or to see what non-existent snow monster she's barking at out the window.
One day, Barley went into her agility bag--which I usually leave near the front door since she never goes in it--and took out one bag of treats and started trotting towards her crate with it. I went and took it away. As soon as I sat down again, she went and got a second bag. I took it away. After she got a third bag, I decided she was clearly tell me she wanted to work.
I got down on the floor and we started a rousing game of It's Your Choice. We hadn't played for a while, so we kept it simple and didn't put more than a few treats on her paws at a time, but she was excited to be doing something and she stayed out of trouble for a few minutes after we finished. We've been working in as many indoor games, like nose works, as possible, but it's just not enough to wear her out and keep us both from getting bored.
|The crazy has even taken over sleeping Barley.|
Our walks have been very limited, too, which is contributing to the crazy. Nobody in our neighborhood--and I mean nobody--shovels their sidewalks, so we have to walk in the street if I don't want Barley's toes to be in the snow. Our apartment complex is in the middle of two busy roads, so that means we're limited to three different streets. It's getting old pretty quickly.
We're trying to find joy in these short little walks, but I can tell Barley's not looking forward to them as much as usual. We alternate sides of the road, so she gets to sniff different smells, but we're holding out hope that the weather reports that are calling for almost 40 degrees on Saturday are true so that we can get out of our neighborhood for a change!
We got to enjoy a nice sunset walk yesterday, so I'm hoping that glimmer of beauty amongst all the slushy street snow is a sign that we'll start finding joy on our walks again soon.