The dogs and I headed up one such road that appeared to be vacant, i.e. hopefully no one else was on the trail with an off-leash dog. Thankfully, no one was.
The sun made some random appearances, and the dogs and I enjoyed the views of East Missoula as we climbed higher and higher. We were just really getting into the groove, which means that Harley had finally stopped running circles and tangling his leash around Reese & I...causing me to spin like a ballerina to un-tangle myself. Reese had finally stopped trying to pee on every blade of grass we passed by.
I had been so involved in thinking about what an amazing place I live in that I didn't notice the clouds had rolled in yet again. As if without warning, it started to hail pea-sized balls of snow.
We took cover under a pine tree for a few minutes and then pressed on, certain it wouldn't last. Harley and I were unperturbed by the inclement weather, "Ha, ha, ha, spring in Montana" we laughed. Reese was less enthused. In fact, I believe I heard some grumblings to the effect of "When we get home, I'm going to bleep all over that bleeping mound of bleeping laundry you're too bleeping lazy to wash." (I replaced all the not-so-nice words to make this post a little more PG.)
We continued for another half mile, thinking with each step that the hail would soon let up. It did not. Poor Reese looked so miserable, that I finally decided we should turn around. It continued to hail even harder for the entire 40 minute hike back down to the car.
When we got home, I was a little scared to let Reese in the house afraid he'd make good on the earlier threat. I made sure to start the laundry right away, just in case.
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