I have two loaves of whole wheat bread in the oven. It's 100% whole wheat, but the dough seems much lighter than when I've made it before. I'm looking forward to the end result. Still some cleanup to do, but I'm not in a hurry.
While the dough was rising in the pans, I took Sheila for a walk down to the river. Since the little right of way was snow covered, we walked up the street to the alley, turned right, and headed down to the next street. On the way, we stopped, hearing furious barking. A little dog that looked for all the world like a black and white brindled fox, except for the tail, which was one of those stubby "stick" ones--charged toward us. Sheila stood her ground, and she and the dog touched noses. Sheila sniffed at the little dog's butt, and the dog tried to reciprocate, but s/he was too short to reach her as they moved around in a circle. The dog did a funny leap into the air, looked at Sheila, looked at me, seemed to nod briskly, turned around and trotted away.
Sheila eagerly tracked two other dogs we saw from a distance, sometimes following their tracks to walk in deeper snow. We caught up with them in the parking lot--Max and Chelsie--and Sheila was more subservient. She climbed snowbanks and had a generally good time as we made our way back. The river was rough today, with waves washing up on the boat ramp. It made me think of Lake Ontario on windy days at the lake house. I miss it.
When we got home, Ollie looked up from the armchair where he has been curled most of the day, yawned, stretched, and went back to sleep. He has about 20 minutes before Teen One and Teen Two arrive home and shatter the peace.