Phoenix went from sleeping in a patch of sun to tearing out the door in a split second. His enthusiasm was infectious, I found myself running after him.
Both times we've gone for a walk on the beach we got soaked. I just surrendered to it the second time. So much better that way. The dog was not so graceful, he really doesn't like heavy rain.
Settling in for a night of writing and art in front of the fire. My trusty sidekicks are curled up nearby. Wintry goodness.