After months of below-freezing temperatures, this morning the thermometer read 40F. By the time the dogs and I went outside, however, the wind that is heralding the next cold front had arrived, and I had to run back in the house to get a hat and gloves. The driveway was that combination of mud and ice that means you don\’t look up much while you\’re walking.
The dogs didn\’t care, though. They found a spot with really deep snow in the side yard and flung themselves about in it. Lexi was all rejuvenated. Whether she was reacting to the temperature or the wind, I actually caught her making play bows at Wolfie. When she got tired of that she dug a tunnel with her snout and filled her ears with snow, then ran up to me and nearly knocked me over, pressing herself against my legs and requesting a back rub.
We didn\’t stay out long. When we came back to the house the dogs were a muddy mess, and Wolfie\’s little chewed spot on his foreleg was bleeding where he had scraped it on the icy crust. (The little chewed spot is a sore that manifests whenever Wolfie feels that life is not as much fun as it could be…and that has certainly been the case for him lately.) I took off my muddy boots and saw that in the backyard, enough snow has melted to reveal an appalling number of dog poops.
We need another snow storm to make everything clean again. Or else we need an early spring. Or else…
But when I catch myself complaining about winter, I remember that it\’s winter that keeps Vermont the way I like it, mostly empty of malls and traffic lights and traffic jams and road rage and all those things I came here to get away from.
Besides, to cheer up all I have to do is look out (averting my eyes from the dog poops) and notice the afternoon light, which begins to change and strengthen just in time to keep me from giving up and fleeing south.
if you kick the frozen dog poops, they go flying.
(but then i pick them up and get rid of them.)
We had the same poop-reveal two days ago. Ah well. And our rottweiler mix/mutt gets those \”hot spots\” too when life isn\’t living up to expectations.
How good it is to know that one is not alone in the dog days of winter!
What wonderful news about Lexi. I\’m rooting for her with all my heart.
Thanks, Craig. She has her days. My dilemma is how much to let Wolfie play with her. He forces her to move around a lot more than she would on her own, which is good, but sometimes slams into her full tilt, which is less good. And it\’s almost impossible to stop him before he does it, short of stopping play altogether. For now, I\’m letting her take her lumps (literally).
I have very recently gotten sick of winter, mostly because of the bitter cold weather more than anything else. Thank you for reminding me as to why it\’s OK. (In case you\’re wondering, I mean that paragraph that is NOT about the dog poops.)
Clearly the gods heard you, Indigo, and are now sending us a thaw.