The Olympics are around the corner, and Eric is ready

January had as few blog entries as snow days in the U.S. Northeast, but this Groundhog Day is occasion for renewal.

Deb gave the dogs big bones upon which to chew this afternoon, and Eric was quite possessive of his. When we went on our daily run to and from the meadow, he carried the giant bone in his mouth the entire way! Downhill, uphill, over the river, through the woods. I am impressed anew with Eric's athleticism - you try running the equivalent of five miles wearing a fur coat and carrying in your teeth the equivalent of a watermelon or one of those medieval metal balls with the points ("Mace" - Ed.) !