I felt like going out. I felt like getting something accomplished. Not really sure what I had in mind, but that doesn't matter since I did neither. I took my dog, Sundance, for a walk on Saturday afternoon. He's a mix between a Gold Lab and a Border Collie; goofy, I know, but if you'd seen his face a the shelter I adopted him from, there's no way you could have turned him down. Besides, that's definitely not the goofiest mutt that I have ever seen. Once when I was looking on a pet shelter's adoption web site, there was a picture of a Golden Lab and a Basset Hound ( I am telling the truth here. Maybe if I can find the site again, I will see if they still have the picture). Anyway, they said on the site that it thought it was a larger dog, like a normal Lab, but when it tried to play in the snow it was shorter than as the snow drifts and kept getting stuck. I digress.