There is always the day after, the proverbial aftermath, either of a love affair gone wrong, a prized beloved dog that dies, or the day after a deep snow storm. It is always difficult to face. Even though I am no longer alone, I have the BF and the old borzoi, Paris, after all, I see outside the window that I would be overwhelmed by the metamorphis of what happened a mere 24 hours before: a first winter snow storm. Its beauty is marred by the softening of the snow top by melting temperatures and it has all turned soggy. This in turn has made the shoveling difficult. The one and only remaining Blyss Borzoi, “Paris , has no interest in running around in it, his geriatric bones being too tender for such play. Loren Tino is left to his work alone. His night’s sleep was greatly interrupted by Paris’ restlessness. He did he want to be up inside or outside, he could not decide. Loren Tino waits on him paw and paw and missed many hours of sleep because of him. There is much to be done for the solo, geriatric borzoi. They are not so different from human infants. You cannot believe it, but it is somewhat true.
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