A Day in the Life of Tally

Hi, my name is Tally!

All photos by Will Rochfort

Many of you have seen me on the blog over the past few years, but this is the first time I’ve taken over the laptop and introduced myself personally. You see, Mom and Will are coming back from Park City right now and they left me unattended. I may not have opposable thumbs, but I do know my way around the electronics!

Mom usually spends her free time writing about her daily life and I kinda think it’s unfair. Where’s the Tally love? So, I decided that today was the day I was going to take matters into my own hands: it’s time for y’all to hear about the day in my life, the life of Tals!

Still no thumbs, but I like to think that I have fingers at least.

Usually I wake up around 6am. I do like to catch my zzzzzz’s, but I make a point to wake up before Mom. That way, I can ensure that I’m the first face she sees every morning. Who wouldn’t want that?

After I do my morning stretches, I start to follow Mom around the house. And really, if I’m being honest here, I kinda stalk her. You see, I can’t ever figure out what she has on deck for me that day, and I’m always dying to know. If I watch her every movement, I can usually find some clues and piece together the morning’s activity. If I see a peanut butter sandwich in a bag come out, I tend to get really excited. Mom always packs me a sandwich when we play outside together, so this usually means good things!

Obviously, Mom took this photo. Will has far too many skillz to have ever created this.

I try my best to behave in the car, but y’all, I get carsick. Those confounded boxes on wheels make my stomach lurch like you can’t even imagine, so it’s hard for me to contain my whining. Mom lets me sit in the front seat (or even on her lap if she is the passenger), and that helps a little bit. But don’t worry; I’m a delicate 65lbs, so I’m sure she can’t feel a thing. I’m nothing if not considerate!

One of my favorite things in the whole wide world is snowshoeing. Luckily, it’s winter here in Colorado so I get to go quite frequently. I may not look like a snow dog, but I actually really, really love that fluffy stuff! My black fur repels all the moisture and keeps me warmer than most dogs out there. My sister, Isis, is a Husky, and I even think I dress more warmly than she does. It’s a gift!

Sometimes I go a little crazy when I get outside in the snow, but I really can’t help it. I try to behave myself but I JUST LOVE THE COLD!!

First, I like to pick a target off in the distance……

….then I go get it!!!

Sometimes I slip into crazy mode. Sorry y’all.

Did you know there are little creatures that live underneath the snow?! I made that discovery a few years ago and have been fascinated by them ever since. I like to stick my head under there to find them, but thus far, my plans have been thwarted. Maybe one day I’ll see what those critters look like!

THEY’RE UNDER THERE SOMEWHERE!

One of my greater frustrations in life is that Mom can’t keep up with me. Seriously, we have all of this fresh powder to play in, and she just walks along, all slow. Drives me crazy. Can’t she see that it is go-time?!

Guys, I really try to wait for her….but she is a snail.

Snow is my life!

In the end, I usually just say “screw it” and give up on her. Fortunately, I have radar-like hearing and eagle eyes, so I can always find her, no matter how far away I get. This is pretty useful because I can ditch the slow folks and romp around in the snow for hours….but I’ll always find my way back in time for those sandwiches!

Anyway, I’ve gotta go now, guys. My little brother, Tiger, just came in and he is yapping in my ear about something. He is only a few months old, so I’m pretty sure he thinks I’m the coolest dog on the block.

He probably wants to go find some shoes to chew on; that’s his new favorite activity, and I’m happy to help! See you all later!