Dutchess is a fourteen-year-old dog. Most of the time you would have no idea. I mean, she's a little bit slower than she used to be when you tell her to go outside for a good-night pee on a frigid winter evening, but otherwise, she's defying expectations. Back in August, the vet said she had a tumor that was fast growing and gave her six months. We decided to go on no trips this year, in order to stay close and not impose her on a dog sitter, but one, two... six months later, and here's what she looked like during our snow day photo shoot on Thursday:
We're starting to think she's going to live forever.
I seriously nearly gave myself frostbite working the camera with no gloves and had to run back to the car and sit on my hands while they burned up getting thawed out. I told myself that if I had done permanent damage just trying to get a damn dog picture, I'd be furious with myself. Thankfully, I was fine.
I took a lot of photos, deleted most of them, but I still have too many favorites to show you here.
More snow is predicted for Monday. Which is too bad, because we're supposed to go on a field trip to Syracuse University to learn how to use the library.