When the garden season ended, I thought that we would have some cold, wet days but I did not think we would have snow. Then Mother Nature went ha!
Three nights later I went outside to do my business, and the most terrible thing happened. I put my paws down and immediately felt two of my least favorite sensations: cold and wet. I put my nose into the white stuff and felt a sinus freeze down to my paws. It was snow!
How did this happen? It was much too early in the season for such an abomination. I know many dogs who love snow and God bless them. But their bodies and their private parts are high off the ground. They don’t know how difficult it is to spit out a few drops of pee and having to concentrate on pooping with your shooter pressed up against the snow. And humans complain about a cold toilet seat!
It wasn’t much snow, but when you have short legs a little is a lot. The night the storm hit I had to go out for my midnight poop. It was the worst. I was shivering, and wet. The wind was blowing sharp little flakes in my face. It is too wet to walk on the grass so I have to do it in the road and make sure there are none of the monsters who dump large chunks of winter at the end of the driveway approaching because I would have to stop mid-poop, which is like stopping mid-child birth, or end up in a snow bank until spring.
The weather voices said that the snow would be gone by the next morning, but it decided to stay through the weekend. Before then it was cold, but that is to be expected as the holiday season kicks off. I feel bad for dogs who live with the same temperature year round. Do they know its Christmas time at all?
When the snow melted, it left the ground squishy. I am lucky that I am light. When I poop all my weight goes on my back legs, and when the ground is wet, I sink. Luckily I don’t go far. If I landed in my own poop, it would be so humiliating.
There is one aspect of snow that I do enjoy. Snowflakes pick up so many different smells when they fall to the Earth. They pass Rainbow Bridge, the planets, the asteroids, and our atmosphere before they finally nestle on the ground. When the snow melts, there are a thousand different smells that settle on to the grass including messages from our angels. Have you noticed how much we dog love to sniff the ground after snowmelt? There is so much to learn under a snowbank. If only our parents could sniff the heavens like we do they would understand our intensity and not yank us away.
Snowfall before Thanksgiving means I am going to have five months of snow. That is almost three years in dog time, which is a lot of ice under the paws.
Praying to Mother Nature for warm weather and sunny skies. I hope she is finally over menopause.
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