More Dog Days of Winter

***Walkin' . . . walkin' walkin' walkin'. Pleasant Lake in the background. North Oaks, November 2008***

I'm going to use a very powerful, bad word in the next sentence, so close your eyes if you don't want to read it. I HATE March in Minnesota. Yep, the month that was my favorite for 32 years I now wish would die. This is what March means to me:

Balmy
Birds
Blooms
Birthday
Bernie

In this state, historically I've only had two of five of these March attributes. Now I only have one. Never visit Minnesota in March. It was like 40 degrees today, and everyone talks of how warm it is. Sadly, they are correct. March madness takes on a whole new meaning in this misery. I feel like sucks, to quote Crazy Victor Konkidee (no one who reads this knows who he is, and I know I didn't spell his name right). Oh, Victor.

It's a good time of year to have a dog. Dogs drag your butt out of the house, get you moving even on the crappiest of days, of which most days in March here are. I still walk, starting my car sometimes makes me feel guilty, but my walking adventures have been cut 90 percent since Bernie bid farewell. The good news is now I have time to do things like, um, blog.

Tomorrow I'm going to call the humane society to see if they want some (packaged) food stuffs of Bernie's I still have. Oh, one really solid piece of advice I have for dog owners is to give your dog Omega 3 each day, though I'd wait till doggie is at least one year old. I wish I had done so for Bernie longer than the last few months of her life, but my next pup will down that stuff like pork shoulder. Just make sure you don't give a full helping ("dose" works better, but omega is not a drug) of omega oil right away, or you'll be cleaning the, um, oil off the floor. Here's a link, right here. If anyone local wants a bunch free, let me know, I'm your pusher.

Here's to April, only 25 days away.