So on Saturday we had our first snowstorm for 2012. This means we get to go out to our backyard, sometimes even off leash.
|January 21, 2012|
‘Course, this was nothin’ compared to this snow in January 2011.
|January 31, 2011|
|February 6, 2010|
We like grass, and when this cold white stuff is all over the ground, well, grass is on vacation. Last year we discovered a place that had none of it.
Yeah, there’s no grass, either, but there are good smells. It was a good “relief station.”
Usually Guardian has us on leash until she figured out we were not Malamutes who love the snow or cold, or anything much about winter. With 15 inches of that cold white stuff and temperatures that turned dripping water into long, pointy shiny daggers, we weren’t goin’ anywhere. Besides, Guardian had treats and the key to a warm, dry house. She stomped a trench for us, and we could run out without our leashes. She warned us we were breaking laws where we live, but fortunately, most of our neighbors and the leash police don’t like winter any more than we do. So who was going to see us to jail us?
So this year, we did it again. No leash! It almost made winter fun.
Almost, but not quite. This is much better:
(One day Guardian will learn how to correct “dog eye” so I don't look so alien. Or Adobe will create a “pet eye” button along with “red eye.” Adobe must NOT be a pet owner.)
Does it snow where you live? What pugs out there like (or love) snow? Why!?