KENT
Who’s there, besides foul weather?
GENTLEMAN
One minded like the weather, most unquietly.

King lear, Act 3, Scene 1

It’s been an active few days for our pup, including a frolic in some spring nasties. If she’s minded like the weather, unlike Shakespear’s mad king who “Strives in his little word of man to outscorn / the to-and-fro of conflicting wind and rain” our girl is merely trying to outPLAY them.

Here are a moments from the last few days, including some fun in some in the “conflicting wind and rain,” a gallop in some nice spring corn snow, and a still morning to approach an eagle.

Weather gives us a ready metaphor for our moods, but I guess there’s some science that suggests biological and psychological roots to these things. Apparently, the French researcher Guéguen established that a woman is more likely to give a flirtatious man her number on a sunny day. But Juneau dudes shouldn’t go all King Lear in despair here. His later research showed identified the “dog effect” a finding which his male colleague, Saad called “astonishing”: “…[A] man’s likelihood of obtaining a woman’s phone number increases three-fold when accompanied by a dog!” (Don’t worry, Katrina, despite the Manthropomorphic reporting in these pieces, I think it works both ways.)

In any case, the sun is coming out. Cedar is “most quietly” napping, in no less of a good or bad mood. And I’d settle for meeting a woman or a man or kid or robot who loves to exercise dogs.

I’ll tune my gratitude for an uneventful week in Cedarville. I guess that’s a matter of perspective. For her, it was chock full of birds and squirrels and things to tug on and eat and things to play with and eat and snow to play in and eat.