Of all the times to test positive, it had to be last weekend. On the day we were due to meet with family, the snow had stuck overnight so Zeke and I walked up to the main road to check all was clear, which it was.
I’d had a cold the previous week, and a bit of a cough. We do tend to test before we meet up, and I was going through the motions if I’m honest, so I was very shocked to see two chunky lines on my test results. So that was that. Family lunch and a trip to a new paw paddock postponed until after Christmas.
I work at home anyway, and other than out walking Zeke for his usual walks, this is where we’ve been. I did wonder if Zeke could catch it, but we have our own spaces to sleep, we don’t share food, and I’m not a fan of face licking, so it was low risk.
Zeke has had a fab time in the snow though, and I’ve definitely enjoyed the lack of mud and wet towels. But I’ll be glad when things return to a more normal routine.
Until next time
Jen
