Ahh to be a dog in Gunnison. I think it would be a dream. For my dogs it means no work, meals provided and daily adventures. Today it was a two hour hike up a random old road that fades out into a ghosty game/cow trail. It was warm, windy and dry. The dogs were quite excited to find a bit of snow to eat, lay and play in. Damn cute. There was weather moving in, rain supposedly turning to snow. It was getting darker and heavier to the west so it was time to split and head out. Still, short but sweet.