Cypress Mountain I mean.
Last week’s snowfall was a bait-n-switch. For two hours big happy flakes drifted slowly to earth and blanketed everything in a Christmasy fashion. I got up to use the washroom and when I came pack it was pouring rain and all the snow was gone. WTF?
Well, that’s just not good enough. Dammit, my dogs wanted winter snowtimez, and by doG, they were going to get it. So we went and found some.
Loads of it.
The folks at Cypress could not be nicer, even though it was opening day and the mountain was packed. They gave us back country passes and a map, and sent us out to let our dogs enjoy the trails. We felt really sorry for all the dogs we passed in the parking lot that were stuck in cars whilst their people skied. Poor woofs.
Oh yeah. Real funny. Hi-larious.
I’ll just add this to the list of Reasons Food Lady Must Die, shall I?
Abominable Snow Jenn!
Oh look! Family portrait:
Okay, not really, cuz that’s Jenn, not Piper. But whatever – they are both small, they both have enormous ears, and they are both more evil than the devil himself.
How dare you. I am *nothing* like that Jenn bitch!
Oh, umm, really?
You’re probably wondering where all the Wootie photos are. Well, he kindly posed for a picture or two …
And then he took off, and we didn’t see him again for like an hour. Mr. Woo follows the beat of a different drummer. Too bad that drummer is not smart enough to walk on the trail instead of swimming through deep drifts.
Robyn wants my job. And if it means sitting in the snow … well, she can have it! Brrr!
I have to say, I really love SnowFaces. They crack me up!
And SnowFaceJenny is just hella cute.
Ok. A REAL family portrait of two extremely happy woofs and an ecstatic Woo!
And today’s photo WIN goes to Jenny, who’s all Why you pointin’ that box in my face, bizzatch?
So at long last, the dogs got their WinterSnowTimez. There was some whining on the way back to the car – worse than kids!! “My feet are cold and have snow in them; the ice balls on my stomach are touching my weiner; I can’t feel my toes.” (oh wait, that last one was Robyn) but now they are all fast asleep under my chair.
So if I do not get a chance to post again, Merry Christmas, dear readers. I hope Santa is as good to you as he’s going to be to me!