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The weather started changing about two weeks ago. The highs are barely getting to 70 F (21 C) and the lows are approaching 40 F (5 C). Not quite frost yet, though we should see our first frost in the next couple of weeks. The leaves are starting to change with the maples just hinting their brilliant reds. And the breezes are beginning to pick up. I absolutely love the change of season and the change to fall is spectacular.
And, boy, does The Herd sense the change. Here, our first snow is still a couple of months away, but it is almost like they can smell it in the wind.
Bouncier. Singing at the tops of their lungs for any reason. Constant cases of zoomies and furniture olympics. Digging craters in the yard that are ever deeper.
When the leashes come out, the dogs are absolutely ballistic. Our hikes get longer and much, much faster as their energy levels soar.
And, of course, the hair. None has hit full molting yet, but the shedding is beginning to build.
So, we can feel the excitement building for winter. And, I must admit, I am always as equally excited. Bring it on!
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Wings of Doom
December 12, 2024
A simple nightly routine with my dogs led me to face the wings of doom, a hideous creature that lurks in the shadows of my yard.
Hello!!!
We were looking at the newer DWB members and your name caught our eye. Our human broither is the director of a college athletic band at the Universiry of South Florida called The Herd of Thunder!!! There are 313 band members and we were imagining what a herd of Sibes would do to the mix!!!
We have Siberian Husky cousins who live in St. Louis and we expect to meet them when we go there this Christmas. Any advice?????
Anyway, we just wanted to say hello and tell you how much we enjoyed looking at your photos and getting to know each of you. We have distinct personalities too — so we understand what living together is like!!! Our Mom cannot imagine seven of us though!!
Wirey woofs,
Jake and Just Harry
Jake and Just Harry
We all love the cold too but Mom says it is still too early, we need time to enjoy the glorious fall. Whatever, Mom, just bring on the snow.
Woos, the OP Pack
Prin is feeling the cool in the air too and is enjoying outside more instead of under the deck. Alot spunkier and smiling more!!! Woo Wooo!!!
WOO WOO
You said it – WE LOVE THE COLD! We can not wait for the snow – Here in Iowa we usually get lots of snow but we think you might get more than us! Furniture Olympics! FUNNY!
Thor and Marco Polo
Can’t for the cold too!
Crazy furry sibe dogs. You like cold weather? Burrrrrr. Makes us cold just
thinking about it. And about the molting, we want to see some photos of a
molting dog. The most we get is Toby walking around with a furry tutu but that
never lasts too long.
Desert Pups
We used to notice changing weather much more when we lived in Texas. Anytime it was below 80, we were super frisky! Now that we live where the weather is milder, Mom doesn’t notice as much change. I’ve got my paws crossed that you all get snow much sooner than a few months!
Kat
we’re all blowing coat to get ready for our winter coat, too! Ha roooooo, it’s driving Mom nuts! Not that it’s a long drive… if ya know what I mean!
Play bows,
Zim
Isn’t it grrrrrreat!?!
I’m looking like a Siberian Porkhupine as the white guard hairs start gathering strength fur the winter khoat!
Enjoy the fall – it is a beaWOOOOOOtiful time of year!
Hugz&Khysses,
Khyra