White Dog and The White Dog Army were denied their Dog given right to go to the Park yesterday. The canyon winds were so fierce that they tore down street signs and blew in all of the plastic storm windows we use on the sun porch during the winter. Plus the temperatures hovered around 33 degrees F, a nasty combination with the wind and blowing sand. So we played inside. This game is called "Fishing for Eskies!"
Today though still nippy it was MUCH less gusty so we took advantage of the break and headed out into blue skies to the Park and some critically needed outside time. And after, we discovered a great little place that makes stuffed sopapillas...beignet type unsweet puffs filled with taco meat and cheese for the WDA, guacamole and chicken for Steve, and carne adovoda and potatoes for me. A bit too nippy to eat outside, we enjoyed a snug and cozy car picnic. Back home the White Dog declared this a much better day than most of the past week. Then everyone curled up in favorite places to bask in the day's glow. Hope your weekend is relaxing and pleasant!