Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Veenter Vonderland

There is a sign in the ski school yurt where I work selling lessons. My coworkers and I have debated what it could have originally been intended for, but we are at a loss. We have a very low-risk job, and most of the girls have long hair, and we've all been known to wear scarves, and I can't say that my clothing is all that tight fitting:
Mighty winter storms have been hanging out with us, which makes walks with Moma really fun, since she is a regular Snow Poodle. See if you can spot her perfectly posed body in this shot:
Her favorite thing is to run full-tilt and then lower her head and scoop up the delicious snow in her mouth. Or to bury her head under the snow and just lay there, content. We have to dust her off a lot:
Something got this Poor Coyote; we think a car hit him or some fool idiot shot him for fun. He was really pretty though, and surprisingly healthy for it being the middle of winter. We found him before the snowfall, and now he's just a lovely little outline under a juniper tree:

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