I love the snow.
Maybe because I was born during the month of February in a cold and windy place known as Illinois. The first two years of my life I bounced around between there and the farm in Medina, Ohio that became my permanent home. From my prospective, the deeper the snow drifts the better!
As you can see, I am equipped to play in the snow. I do, however, live in the house with my human parents. Mom limits my playtime in the frigid temperatures, so I try to make the most of it. Catching snowflakes on your tongue is a refreshing activity, as is stretching out in a big snowdrift to take a snooze. A short nap in the fluffy white stuff is called for after chasing my equine charges around the pasture to make sure they get their exercise.
My paws have a lot of hair around and between the pads, and they function much like a snowshoe. The down side is that when I go inside I have ice balls that need to be removed. Mom uses a warm blow dryer to melt the ice, and a fluffy towel to dry my thawed paws as well as any dampness from my coat. I could pull the ice balls out of my paws on my own, but I have to admit it takes a long time, and my paws get a little ouchy!
This is Cali.
She’s not enthused at all about the winter. She just goes out long enough to make yellow spots in the snow then hightails it back to the house. She doesn’t have much hair, and none at all on her feet! She just sinks in the deep snow. Mom is talking about getting her a doggie coat. The doggie coats that I’ve seen look much like the blankets the horses wear during the winter months.
Woof! Different likes for different pups. I’d call her a sissy, but I’m a gentleman. Cali is a rescue dog, and has had some bad experiences, so I cut her some slack.
Our neighbor has one of those funny looking dogs—at least I think it is a dog—with the squished face.He gets carried most of the time even though he not only has a doggie coat, but a matching hat and boots. Last Monday, Christmas Eve, the poor little fellow was dressed up like Santa! Four days later, he is still wearing the red suit and black booties. I can’t tell you his name because I don’t know it. He isn’t allowed to talk to us. I guess his owner is worried we might eat him or do something else terrible. She keeps him inside her house, and shovels a patch in the snow for him to attend to his business. She carries him out, waits for him to finish, then she picks him up and takes him back into the house. Well I guess it’s better than the poor dogs who don’t have anyone to love them, but I sure am glad I’m a farm dog that is too big to be carted around. The worst I have to put up with is my jingle bell that I have to wear for a couple of weeks every year. The trade off is that I get to test all the broken Christmas cookies as they come off the baking sheets. Am I a lucky dog, or what? This year I had to share some of the cookies with Cali.
She lives in the horse barn, and she stays inside where it is warm and dry when we have a heavy blanket of snow. Most of the time she is alone, but every winter she has some company for a few months. One or two cats move in for the winter to share her food, water, and find a cozy spot in the hayloft over the horse’s stalls.
HAPPY NEW YEAR, Woof, woof, meow! All the best to your family from ours.
I’ve been a little under the weather, but I promise to nag Mom into helping me with my blog more often.
Stop back and visit me in 2013.
WOOF! Bye for now,