Taking A Dump…

…of SNOW! and turning it into fun snow photos!

Clearly the dogs are loving it.

On Wednesday it was still really quite cold, so we only went out for a little while lest we lose doggie feets to frostbite. But not Addy’s feet, because I bought her some booties. I think she might have preferred to have lost her feet. tbh. Not a fan of booties, as it turns out.

Fae was concerned that there was something neurological wrong with her sister, because Addy was walking like she was drunk.

When she walked at all. Which was a rare event in and of itself. I also got boots for Christmas, and I was quite happy to have waterproof, warm fuzzy footwear. One of the many ways in which my skinny friend and I differ.

The rest of us played a little bit of frisbee to run off some of the pent up energies that had built up, what with us being stuck indoors in the space the size of a large bathroom for several days. It was as low as -23, which is just too cold. One of the reasons I live here is that temperatures like -23 AREN’T A THING. Everything froze. I filled my fresh water holding tank this year, thinking I would outsmart the water lines that always freeze, and that f*cking thing also froze. I have officially given up and can now do nothing but wait for everything to thaw. Just in time for me to return to work. Worst. Christmas Vacation. Ever.

As usual, the Terror Twins were hunting for snowmices, but even their relentless determination waned as they found their own spit freezing to their faces as they explored the snowbanks.

Winter decided he would rather play some frisbee too. The problem is, Winter doesn’t want to chase the frisbee so much as he just wants to HAVE the frisbee, and not let anyone else have it.

This is not cool with Maisie, who both doesn’t want anyone else to have the frisbee AND wants it to keep flying through the air so she can go get it again. But as Winter was determined to have the frisbee and NOT let it keep flying, we had a canine stand-off in the making.

Battle Frisbee was about to go down.

Apparently Winter is scarier than Maisie, in the grand scheme of things, so he ended up with the frisbee. And then he decided the best way to forestall another Frisbee Battle was to just EAT THE DAMN THING so nobody could have it at all.

Dexter just could not believe the nerve.

Because I have warm, fuzzy waterproof winter booties (pay attention Addy) I marched over and removed the frisbee from Winter’s murderous jaws, and he decided he would go back to hunting snowmices with his sister.

Phew.

VICTORY IS …errr, hers.

Shortly after that, dogs started looking like this:

i.e – COLD. So we filed back indoors (after I used the handle of some branch trimmers to break up the ice that had formed on the door and prevented it from opening).

Oh but winter (weather, not dog) was not done with us yet! Overnight it snowed like fury and we got a fresh new 8″+ of the powdery stuff to play in. It warmed up to a positively balmy -3C and even Addy didn’t need her booties this time.

I mean, not that she liked it any better, but at least she walked,

Warm-ish lots of snow is apparently better than freezing cold not much snow, according to my dogs. Also according to me, as it’s a lot more fun to take photos when I can feel my fingers.

Okay so Wootie doesn’t look so thrilled, but he was jogging around all over the place, so I think he was having some fun.

No frisbee this time, as it would have just disappeared into a snowbank, never to be seen again, but the always innovative Maisie dig up this wrecked Jolly Ball from under the deck and brought it with us into the field.

But not everybody wanted to play with a frozen Jolly Ball bigger than their whole body, and so somedogs just stood around in chin-high snow looking mildly traumatized slash murderous.

So I took the ball away and told them it was time to just run around like actual dogs. And as Maisie is uncapable of not doing SOMETHING, she turned once again to one of her top three favourite activities – tormenting her brother Winter.

And she was happy about it.

Until Winter wasn’t.

DEATH TO MAISIES!

I should really intervene … but it makes for funny photos, so I don’t.

You’re welcome

As much as I hate living like this, in this thing, the views out here can be quite lovely, even this time of year.

Bald Eagles live in this copse of pines in the neighbours’ field – when you’re outside, you can hear them calling to one another (until the Littles start barking back at them).

It’s so much fun after a fresh snowfall.

ADDY BEGS TO DIFFER

Still not 100% sure what Wootie thinks. I was worried he would be cold without his thick layer of locks, but as he’s not a skeletor like this brother Dexter, who lays around in the snow shivering, he seems pretty confortable.

We had a good hard play until everyone was tired and then they all napped for the rest of the afternoon and evening.

And now the novelty of the snow has worn off and I want it all to go away. Except it’s going to DO IT AGAIN TOMORROW.

Can we come live with one of you in a warm place?