Running in snow

walking on ice

Zelda's 1st birthday

At the end of every month, as grocery money gets low, Tom asks "is she ready to be cooked up yet?" and I feel her sinewy limbs and poke her ribs and prod her belly, trying to get measure of her plumpness. Then I say, "not yet. Wait another month."

It's hard to fatten up a border collie. While we wait, here's a sample of her first year of life: