(But poopin’ inside’s delightful)
There’s a warm (with blankies) place to go
So suck it snow, suck it snow, suck it snow.
First snowfall of the winter and Addy was having none of it. She complained for our entire walk and kept trying to turn around and head for home. I wasn’t too impressed either – I left for flyball practice this morning in the perfectly acceptable rain, emerged from the underground parking lot (where we practice) to a winter wonderland and horrible roads.
And speaking of flyball practice; I would like a less literal dog. When we started playing flyball our first problem was that Ball Is Life and in particular, only the FIRST ball we played with was life and the other balls were garbage. I spent some time convincing Maisie that she could play with all the balls, and that hurdle was overcome. The next hurdle was WHY RUN FAST when we already had the ball? So I spent a lot of time and effort convincing her that Tug Is Life. Then we had very fast run backs for the tug. But apparently we cannot love Ball and also love Tug both. So we can run really fast and get the ball and then take our sweet ass time coming back, or we can argue with The Food Lady about going to get the ball, finally go get it with reluctance and then come back real real fast and ferociously attack the tug. But we cannot do both in the same run. This dog needs to think less, play more!
ANYhoo … as unwelcome as the snow is (always) it’s also supposed to turn to rain shortly, so I thought I’d better get out there and play in it while we could. Also it was Neato’s first experience with snow. After an initial “WHAT THE ACTUAL EFF IS THIS” reaction, he took it in stride, though remained mystified (and enraptured with the fact) that it comes from the sky and falls to the earth in front of him, then effectively disappears into the collective snow. He spent a lot of time watching it happen.
He also spent a lot of time looking for snowflakes after they fell. I am pretty sure he thought that’s what Fae was doing as well (Fae was hunting snowmices though).
But after a while he decided snow was his life now, and he returned to business as usual. Business as usual is tormenting Addy until she loses her sh!t.
When we wake up tomorrow and it’s all washed away by rain, I wonder if he’ll wonder where it went?
He’s so flippin’ cute!
All of his jammies are too short for him lengthwise though and the next size up he just swims in. Why can I never get a normal shaped dog?
Springalingaling is doing well, now that we have sorted out her arsenal of medications. She is on a very minimal dose of prednisone and still perpetually hungry, but not so hungry that she will eat green beans in her breakfast (yes, green beans are our benchmark). Her kidney values have improved, although they are still not as good as they should be. And the gross thing on her bum still has to come off because it’s getting quite big and it might be cancerous. But she is happy, playful and behaving like her normal loveable self, and no more seizures. Also a big fan of hunting for snowmices. Has never caught one in 13 years of hunting, but she remains optimistic.
Peetie is also loveable, but as usual, also without thought.
Winter and Neato are MORTAL ENEMIES but only when no closer than about two feet apart. They sh!t talk each other terribly and argue about toys, but I also catch them snuggled up together in a chair when I am not home. It’s like having two perpetual adolescent brothers in the home. Also when I took this photo there was half a dog and half a turtle wading pool in the background and I asked AI to fix the background and it gave me this reasonable option. The other option was a sleigh and the third option was an overturned table, neither of which were reasonable or sensical for that matter.
And my beloved boy Dexter, he is just getting older and older. His arthritis is pretty bad, poor guy, and we are managing it as best we can with gabapentin and galliprant, but he does have some trouble walking normally, as any misstep and he face plants because his shoulders betray him, and long walks are behind him now. But he remains a snuggly bug and he still wants to play ball and disc, as long as I don’t throw them too far.
I did want to thank everyone for their lovely messages and condolences on the loss of my most precious and dearest Mr. Woo. I still can’t do a memorial blogpost for him, because it still hurts too much. He really was one in a million and if I could have had 17 more years with him, I would have been over the moon. I will never not miss him.