Though we have tired of the snow and the cold, we'd rather have snow tracked into the house than mud, which will soon come too. The little rocks will stick to paws, limping into the house just like the hard snow packed into those same places. The snow melts, mud slips. Buster has grown accustomed to stopping and waiting for feet and face to be wiped down, Carlee just keeps going. There's no catching her, but she's a good cleaner. Pristine feet.
So, we declare this the last snow fall of more than 2" and no more S or SE winds when it's still so chilly and no more negative readings on the thermometer. We are thankful for the sun to rise earlier, the warmth of the sun and the soon naps on the deck for Buster which he patiently awaits. Napping in a favorite chair where the sun lands works, but there is someting about surround air that cools him even if he naps on a rug. It is a dogs day and life and a scratch on the door to come in for a warm up. Just a minute.
Nose and beard full of snow, at least it's clean and clean upable.
May your critters know the fun of the snow. Enjoy the warmth of the sun!
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