Yes, it is 32 degrees and the cloud cover is thick and the sun is absent and the sky is gray . . . but I had to get out of the house for a bit today. You know what I mean, don't you? It just wasn't feeling like an all-day-in-your-pajamas kind of day, even though the conditions were correct. The Young One and I hit a nearby trail, leaving the birthday boy behind to nurse his awful cold and have some moments of peace in a quiet house.
The next 2 are by the Young One:
We did meet several other brave souls along the trail; funny how a colorful (hat, scarf & mittens) five-year-old girl climbing the path with her stick can bring instant smiles upon the faces of all those who encounter her.
Just one more thing: If you are the proud owner of a full-grown German Sheperd -- yes, I am sure that she is as sweet as a baby doll, just like you say -- I would still prefer if you put your four-legged baby doll on a leash instead of letting her run ahead on the trail, thus scaring the crap out of me and my colorful five-year-old stick-carrying hiker. Your dog is not a poodle; she is a beast. We don't all think she is so cute and sweet when she rushes toward us -- bady doll or not. Grazie mille, Signori.
Note to self -- get a stick for me, too.