I’m up each morning well before the crack of dawn. I check the Aurora forecast on my app. It was active on my second morning here, but the skies were cloudy. My next move is to step out on the deck into the freezing cold air. I look at the sky. I’ve had a couple of clear mornings and viewed The Big Dipper and the tree tops. Unintentionally, I excite all the neighboring dogs from their sleep in their doghouses. They bark and howl and spread their contagion to the next block and on it goes.
At 19 degrees above, I was over dressed for my run. I don’t know how I’ve acclimatized so quickly. After three miles, I sensed something was just behind me on my left. I had a little start when I glanced and saw something black running along side of me. It was a dog. Just yesterday I said I needed a dog. It could’ve been a puppy. It seemed pretty playful. She jumped on me and tried to get my mittens off. She ran around me playing and acting puppyish. I turned around to head for home and she turned around with me and stuck right by my side. At one point I stopped a car and asked the guy if he knew who the dog was. He said maybe she came from the house that was down by the 3 mile mark. I suspected that, but I was hoping the guy would know the owner and contact him. He said don’t worry the dog will turn back.
When I reached my block, the dog decided to visit my neighboring dogs. From inside my house, I heard the contagion of dog barks starting. Good Morning.
Mountain Peace 
I’m always amazed that dogs there are outside in doghouses in such extreme temperatures. In G’wood there were quite few outside dogs like that, too. It always broke my heart. Carla and Jack had built a huge dog run, more like an enormous chicken run with a dog house inside it, but they hated to leave the dog there. Once he was old enough to not chew up the house, he was allowed to stay inside, but until then, he was mostly with me in my cabin.
Carla was an ace at skijoring and she and the dog would just fly over the snow while I was huffing and puffing trying to catch up with them. I never had that much control over my legs. She was born in Holland but they moved to Canada when she was five and grew up in cold winters. Canada was so short of people in those days that they would pay families to move from Holland to Canada.
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I think this is your destiny, this dog was sent from heaven for you. I think Rayla needs a friend when she comes to visit you. Do you have TV reception where you’re at? I see a TV on your post.
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I have dish TV. I thought maybe I could get jeopardy. But it’s a lot of Chanels to look thru. I ❤️ Running with the dog.
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