“Crazy Legs” is the technical term for the moment when my dog Julep’s back legs accelerate faster than her front legs, propelling her into a seated sprint if you can imagine such a feat. On these fluffy, white January mornings, Julep is prone to crazy legs. She bounds to the yard, digs her nose in the snow, emerges looking like a coke addict and then frolics and herds imaginary flocks with gusto. It’s really hard to resent the snow when watching such a joyful dog.
This past week January donned a cloak of white, and Julep, the Urban Farmer and I had plenty of opportunity to bundle up and play in the snow like fools. The snow-laden trees were like fantastical creatures from a movie, as we wandered through the neighborhood with the happy pup. After exerting her energy and ours, we hid inside, where the oven was warm, and…
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