Salt kind of shows up everywhere. She comes up to the house to eat with Kate and Tilly. She greets visitors at the barn. She follows me around while I work and sleeps in the tack room. Hank had his routines, too, but they were pretty much all behind the barn and out of sight...until it snowed.
I remember his first night of really nasty winter weather here. I *knew* these dogs were well equipped for cold weather and I shouldn't worry, but I did. When I couldn't find him in the barn with the sheep or tucked into his dog house, I thought the worst. He was miserable and had run away.
I finally found him out back. He was running big excited circles in the front field, bounding through the snow with a huge grin on his face. I went out and joined him and from then on, any time it snowed he and I would have a party.
We got our first snow of the year yesterday morning...and even though I wasn't consciously thinking about Hank, my subconscious remembered and I realized I was looking around, expecting to see him.
I ended up having to run a lengthy errand in the afternoon and didn't get back until dark. As I hustled up to the barn for evening chores, I cut through the snowy yard. As I approached the big pine tree in the middle, a big white snow dog came bounding out to greet me with a big smile on her face.
A fine memory.
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