The last couple of days have been windy. An almost weird kind of warm, but seriously windy.
Grace and I enjoy all kinds of weather, in moderation, of course. Nothing beats a walk in a warm steady rain, kind of makes you feel like your sins are really being washed away. A couple feet of snow can be fun to plow your way through, especially if you're the first person and dog to make tracks. Even in the heat, if we get up early enough or stay up late enough, we are usually able to find a comfortable time to walk.
Wind is a different story for both of us.
Wind is just down right odd when you consider how strong it is, the damage it can cause and yet it's really invisible. You only see the results of the wind, not really the wind itself.
I'm sure wind has its purpose and all of that, but it's very aggravating. You know, it blows dirt and stuff in your eyes. It rearranges your patio furniture. I don't even want to get started on the part it leaves in the back of my head when I'm on the playground for recess. A casual walk around the block turns into some sort of trek.
If possible, Grace hates it more than I do. At least, that's what I think she said. She cannot stand the way the wind makes the flags in the neighborhood snap (especially the UK flags) and the leaves swirl. The smells are really messed up too. She has to sniff everything in .an almost panicky, random sort of rhythm, which makes my walking and leash handling a challenge as well. The sounds don't travel like they should so it's hard for her to tell if someone is walking behind us or where the yapping ankle biter might be hiding.
But we persevere and are extra thankful on the next calm day.