Having been born in Florida, I have been told by my fellow Massachusetts dogs that I am a snow wimp. When I am brought outside to do my business, and if there is snow or ice on the ground, it clumps in my paws or wets my fur, and my systems shut down: Nothing is going in, and nothing is coming out. That is why the Big Guy created pee pads. I am more than happy to go back inside, and pee like the civilized humans do.
If I were an only dog I would have been very happy with my winter strategy but I have a sister and with siblings comes teasing. It does not make it easier when my sister is twice my age and half my size. I am young, scrappy and hungry just like my country but I am not peeing in the snow.
Tiny Pocket, pushing double digits in age, stands on the ice while shivering and she lets out a small stream of urine and is told what a good girl she is. Hey, I’m the good girl in this house! I was going to have to conquer my fear of frost.
The next morning it was bitter cold. There were a few inches of shoveled grass, bent over, and frozen. Pocket peed, then I followed. My legs shook, my heart was racing, and I had to concentrate very hard, but I did it. I went in the house, got a treat, and had confirmed what I already knew. I was a good girl!
The next morning I was ready to show that I had become a true white walker. We got up and went outside. Someone had stolen the ice and most of the snow! It had been replaced by water. The sun was warm; there were little flowers poking out of the ground. How long had we been asleep? Pocket peed right away. She asked me if I was going too. Hey! I just began peeing on the snow; I don’t pee when it’s wet. My human stood, holding the leash, waiting. Geesh! I stepped on the squishy ground. I got into position and got the beautiful fur on my lower portion wet. I did it, but I didn’t feel like a good girl. I felt like a dirty girl.
The good news? The melting formed a moat around our house, so I got to use the pee pads the rest of the day. The next day was warmer and drier. While I love the warm weather, I was disappointed that I couldn’t show that I had conquered my snow phobia.
It turned colder a few days later after we got in several good walks and lots of sniffs, but I don’t think my ice peeing will be appreciated now.
I have all summer to work on peeing outside in the cold.
And to wonder who stole my winter.