Apparently, all I have taught Thomas about sledding is that you simply need: pajamas, rubber boots and your sled. He was off to "Un-coo and Hi-dee's". We trekked across the field: dog, sled, pajamas and all.
We stopped over to their house and Thomas was in heaven. He dumped out all the kitty toys, got to play with the kitties and carried Un-coo's football around the house. When it was time to go...the skies had opened up and unleashed a fierce downpour. With the 100 pound dog, there was no giving us rides back. :)
So we headed back in the rain (Canon 5d safely tucked into a garbage bag, thanks, Heidi!). And on the way home, Thomas handed me the reins to the sled and climbed on. At eight months pregnant, I pulled him a quarter mile back to the house across the muddy ground. (Will probably do this again should 2.0 need a little encouragement to arrive!) 1.0 started cheering when we hit the last stretch, as we speeded up down the hillside. Mom of the year, I tell you. Never mind he had no coat and was soaked to the bone.
He and Maggie made a celebratory run through the giant mud puddles at the house before coming in.
After everyone got hosed off.
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