After two weeks with temperatures hanging around -20 and a double digit wind-chill factor added in it feels great to be back up around zero, almost balmy.  For the duration of that frigid spell I'm afraid me and Hobart had to truncate our tundra time.  Fifteen minutes was about the most we could last out there at a spell. 
     Before I take Hobart out I put a little musher's wax on his paws.  This keeps the snow from sticking and icing up the fur between his toes.  Without the wax he was getting hard ice balls building up oh his feet.  I didn't get him any boots because he would run out of them really quick as he goes through the woods. 
     Now we're back in the single digits and life is good.  We were out there for over an hour yesterday.  The sun was still up because we are gaining over 6 minutes of daylight a day now.  Sometimes Hobart wants me to chase him and sometimes he wants to knock me down.  It's all good until he runs full bore into my knee and has me limping for a week after.