Le Grand Bleu

Barley, a dog, forges valiantly ahead through ankle-deep snow, cloaked in broad shadows.

So long as precipitation isn’t coming down from the sky and she’s suitably insulated, Barley’s enthusiasm for exploration retakes place of pride in her hierarchy of needs. Barley seems to enjoy a robust snowfall, and I think it’s because she’s experienced it so rarely in her life. It’s clear from her steady snuffling that it’s a whole new olfactory landscape. For my part, I’m happy to limit such walks to brief bursts of novelty, because her hard-charging enthusiasm is not always suited to the level of care that I need to take as snow-pack turns to skating rink.