Having Tasha around has made the transition without Thai much easier.
As my brother wrote me:
"No empty-dish syndrome, or dang-now-i-have-to-pick-up-that-crumb. And she’s a good girl, giving you reasons to get outside."
Indeed, she got me out yesterday in the foot of new snow. Made skiing up the hill a slow venture. But Tasha did not mind the pace. She loves to bury her head in the fresh stuff.
Here’s the four o’clock sun at the top of the hill where we go for our walk/ski. Tracks on the left. A walk in the woods always clears the mind.