There is a lot of snow outside.
And poor Toot. Let's face it, if she's trying to make progress where no one has shoveled, we're talking waist-high drifts, easy.
Marley is more of a fan. This weekend, she and Todd followed some tracks into our neighbor's yard. A small pile of cracked acorns provided the unassailable proof that squirrels had been on the premises. Next, they walked home, and Todd paused every few feet to hurl her, again, up into the air and splat into the plowed snow banks. In our yard, she had a series of lounging sessions in the drifts, often with her head to the side or flat on her stomach, to better lick or gulp at the snow surrounding her.
And then it snowed again yesterday. And more is on the way. I continue to enjoy and appreciate this as long as it's only January, and I'm watching it fall from inside, preferably on the couch, beside a crackling fire, sipping tea or red wine. When I was, briefly, in ski club in junior high, I spent most of my time sipping hot chocolate by the fireplace in the lodge, so I really haven't changed all that much.
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