Today, I am grateful for my never-ending (and sometimes annoying) level of organization.
Tuesday was painfully warm, Wednesday was freakishly cold, and today we woke up to about four inches of snow. Thankfully, all I had to do was meander towards the back bedroom, open the closet and WHABAM!!…there is every piece of winter gear that we own. I didn’t even have to go out to the shed for the snow shovel.
I knew this day was coming, so I prepared for it. Unfortunately, however, there is nothing that can prepare a tiny dog for Colorado winter.
Watching Schrödie try to navigate the snowy yard for potty-time is upsetting, because I’m convinced at any moment that he will disappear among the trenches he has beaten out and I’ll never see him again because he’s too white and little…
When he comes back in his little beard is filled with ice and snow, and then he goes straight for the space heater and sits in front of it for hours.
Isabelle pretends that the cold doesn’t bother her, but her arthritic hips love the space heater more than even Schrödinger.
But he won’t let her just take all the heat for herself. That’s just intolerable. So whoever gets to the heater last ends up sitting on top of whomever got there first. That kind of sharing can only be found among siblings.
At this point in the season, I’m just glad the trees figured out sooner that the snow was coming. Last year was pretty terrible, so this year we’re off to a wonderful start simply because there aren’t any branches the size of my car on my car.
So greetings, Winter. I have missed your dismal days and your relentless hammering of snow. I look forward to whatever you planned this year. Although, kudos for being consistant—obviously we’re right on track for winter compared to last year.
Photo from here.