January seems to be relenting just a bit. We climbed to 28º and slush began to appear.
Tag, the border terrier that we had for 11 years, was a puppy in November, 1991. That was a nicer November than this one and besides the kids, later to be known as PP and UH, got a dog. And what's as cute as a puppy? I found and scanned some photos from his first few days here. A dog, even (or maybe especially) a puppy will change your life. He was around for quite a spell, until 2002. "If you want a friend in Washington, get a dog." - Harry S Truman.
There aren't many border terriers around, but I've run into someone walking with their canine from time to time. The last time was on Pike Island when I was walking with PP. The dog's owner was surprised that I recognized his breed, but one gets to recognize the features of one's own hound dog.
Alert and happy dog.
A sleeping dog gathers no moss. My hand for scale.
I played a couple of sets of tennis again today. I was planning to take the day off, but one of the other geezers had to go to his wife's retirement party, so I played for him at Fort Snelling. It was enough to get me back to knackerdom.