Rocket dog

There is one distinct benefit my puppy enjoys here that she would not enjoy back in the States:

off-lead (that’s a leash to my US peeps) walking.

Or, should I say – off-lead running. She loves to go for a walk through the fields, but all this recent snow?

It makes her crazy. She loves it.

She runs, snow flying, ears flapping, eyes googly, tongue hanging out. She bites at the snow, rolls in it, then flies across the fields again.

I give her a yell, and she circles back to me. It helps that I generally have a pocket full of cheese or hot dogs. Her training is coming along well. I think she is happiest when she is running free in the fields. I’m appreciating the snow – it means no muddy, stinky paws and sheep poo for her to syphon down (and then yak up later in my living room. Nice, huh?)

She is fast. She is my rocket dog.