It’s amazing how quickly a routine can set in. Midnight has not been here long, but he knows to get excited when I bring the supper dishes into the kitchen because it means we go for a long walk once I’ve done the washing up!

I can’t believe how much energy such a small pup has. We did close to 10K yesterday and nearly as much today, but he’s still bouncing around and wanting to play ball.

Tonight was cold and starry-skied. I took Midnight up the ridge with a flashlight, but didn’t even turn it on, what with the reflection of the town lights on the lake and the few street lights in the park. He bounced along in the snow and I let him go to his leash’s limit, but no further, uttering a stern “Midnight!” when he started to pull. Generally, he was happy to gamble about at my side.

Circling back into the RV park by the front gate, he suddenly stopped and sat down. I found this curious and told him to come. When he got up, he was on three legs only. My heart in my throat, I carefully picked him up and put a hand on his paw. YEE-OUCH! There was a very pointy bur stuck in his wool-like fur. I gingerly pulled it out and put him back down. He took off at a full run, none the worse for wear. Scary!

It’s so funny to see him run. He’s so tiny and moves so fast that his legs blur, just like Road Runner. He’s truly a droll little boy and I am glad to have had a chance to know him so well.