I have written before that my
little furkid Sophie loves her some snow.
I thought that meant all snow.
Today I learned that an icy surface is no fun at all for an itty bitty
girl.
I decided after playing out in
the snow and sledding down the hill beaucoup times that I should clean off my
car’s windshield and back glass in preparation for tomorrow’s trek to
work. I didn’t want my windshield wipers
to be frozen against the hood cowling and I certainly didn’t want big chunks of
ice to stick to the wiper blades because they won’t work properly when the road
goo flies up on the glass.
I let Sophie out to play in the
snow while I cleaned away the ice and snow.
I watched her and she wasn’t running wild doing figure-eights and doing
big circles like she has before.
These are some of the pictures I
took of her. She carefully inspected my
tracks in the snow and the steps that lead into the house. Then the wind caught my garden flag and it
startled her just a tad. Once she
figured out that was no big deal she walked along the perimeter of the chain
link fence. She headed back to the steps
when she must have caught the scent of a squirrel. Any other time she would’ve thought, “Let me
at ‘em.” Not today.
Normally, I would have to wait
out in the cold for her to run herself silly before she decided she’d had
enough playtime in the snow. Today she
wanted to go back in the house the instant I headed for the door. What a weenie.
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