Bark!

...or "wood", depending on what part of the tree we're talking about here. Sylvia was just upset to see her friend, Frank, leave. Frank is cutting up wood before the ground gets too soft and Sylvia has had fun trotting around the muddy crevices filled with icy water left by Frank's tractor. It's that time of year for Maple syrup and the sap is running strong. Sylvia and I hope to get out to Maple Syrup Sunday, which is a breakfast festival of sorts celebrating the natural sugar.

Missing the mark, but it's the idea that counts

Those of you who know Sylvia might remember her habit of pawing the ground after leaving her...eh...ah ... after fertilizing the roadside. She often misses the mark in what looks to be an attempt to bury her treasure, by several feet. I sort of thought she might have been stretching, but this quirky habit, as a friend pointed out, might be some ingrained behavior left over from her ancestral wolf bretheren. It could also be some kind of Italian doggie thing.

Spring is here and the snow is melting fast. Sylvia and I are breaking out into the great pastures of life, to explore, sniff around and see what ol' man winter left behind.

Breaking out of winter

Here we are, running on the edge of the road. Finally, spring is here!