Yesterday, while the nor\’easter was raging, I let the dogs out to relieve themselves. Bisou, who cannot accept that her frogs have gone into hibernation, shot out the door and ran to the edge of the pond, in hopes that one or two of them would be relaxing on the slush.
This being only her second winter, however, she forgot to allow extra room for braking, and slid into the water with a big splash. Before I could jump in and rescue her, she swam across the slush like an icebreaker, and crawled out.
Concerned that she would die of hypothermia, I ran to get a big towel, but when I returned to the back door she had disappeared. Had she fallen in again?
Then I saw a red blur hurtling towards me from the field. She whizzed past me like a comet, then reversed direction and headed for the field again. Over and over, while the rain and sleet and snow battered the landscape, she ran around the yard as fast as her legs would carry her.
She ran up to Wolfie and Lexi, who were wisely trotting back towards the house, and jumped at their faces and barked, then did a few more laps, barked some more, and finally resigned herself to coming inside.
I rubbed her dry with the towel and gave her yet another talk about the need for prudence, etc. Then she bolted upstairs, flung herself on her fleece afghan, and took a long, long nap.