It's that time of year again when Jack Frost visits us almost each and every night. Mommy can tell if our visitor came during the night just by watching Hunter's reaction as he walks outside in the mornings. Being the oldest, he is allowed to go out first. We technically all go out at the same time, but since he isn't crated overnight he beats us out the door. He can usually make it about five or six feet and then he stops suddenly to look back at Mommy. When he does this, she knows even in the dark that frost covers the deck.
Ideally, Hunter prefers to turn right around and find an alternate route to the backyard. He points Mommy in the direction of the laundry room, so he can use that door. There are still two steps covered with frost there, but he doesn't have to cross the great span of the deck from that exit. Sometimes, he even takes a running leap and hops over the steps!
Hunter must be feeling pretty good so far this season, because he has only needed a tiny bit of encouragement to walk the deck (probably similar to walking the plank in his mind). Mommy hasn't had to resort to the laundry room door once. It's amazing how BIG he is, yet how much of a CHICKEN he is too!
I wonder is this fear comes with old age or if he's always been this way? Hmmm . . .