Tunneling pug

There must have been some small voles or mice in this tall grass because Carmen the pug stopped dead and attempted to root around in the matted down thatch. Little as she is, if she doesn't want to move on, it often requires me picking her up and being insistent on where I want her to go. My dog walking schedule has had Wednesdays added and I love it. If I didn't take her out for a mid day stroll, I'd be parked in front of the computer working and not getting all this beautiful, fresh air. It is so unseasonably warm. There are but the tiniest little pockets of snow left.