Most
days I enjoy being a little dog. Laps are bigger when you are little.
I can be picked up and snuggled. I don’t scare anyone (although my
barking and failure to curb my enthusiasm does annoy people.) But there
is one time I don’t like being small. That is when it snows.
I
love seeing you big dogs romping in the snow. You stand so tall with
your torso high above the crisp white topping while your feet are kept
cold and fresh. Then you start to jump up and down and the snow is
flying. My gosh that looks like fun!
I
wish I could have a day like that but snow is the enemy of the small
dog. While the rest of you are romping and rolling I come to a big pile
of snow, three times my size, and I look up at it, an insurmountable
mountain. Occasionally a kind hand will lift me up and put me on the
snow, and I can take several steps but the snow cracks, my legs go
through and I get stuck.
Just
give me a day. One day to experience the snow like a big dog. To run
and not get hot, the coolness on my belly, my feet landing softly, and
then, when I push forward, the snow defies gravity, moving upwards
around me, falling towards the heaven, as I bull forward, creating my
own path. Making my own way in the world.
The
closest I can come to that magical experience is when there is a paltry
three inches on the ground. Three inches of snow can’t defy gravity,
and I don’t forge a path like Lewis and Clark, I leave a trail like
Hansel and Gretel. A forged trail is a show of power. A paw print
trail is cute. Cute. Oh how us little dogs wishing to be big dogs hate
cute.
When
it snows, and we go out, River and I look at the big banks, turn, and
ask to go back to the pads on the porch. My parents think it is because
we are too wimpy to go in the snow. But it is because of
disappointment that we cannot enjoy the ride like the other dogs.
And we will never be tall enough to go on that ride.
We keep our snow in the mountains. It never snows here, but when i take the dogs up to the mountains, they sniff the snow, pee quickly and climb back into the car for the rest of the time.
ReplyDeleteWe could never be called little dogs....short dogs, yes...but not little. We don't think we'd like deep snow, but you're right, those big dogs do look like they're having fun!
ReplyDeleteI feels your pain, I know all bout mountains of snow since I lived in Bawston for three years. But da ice always bothered me way more.
ReplyDeleteWell, if you have snow, you could invite us over and we would do zoomies all through it, packing it down so you would even be able to walk ON top of the glorious snow:)
ReplyDeletethe first snow of the season is kinda fun after that it is just cold
ReplyDeletehugs
Mr Bailey, Hazel & Mabel