It finally snowed! While it did dust our house on Thanksgiving, this morning we woke to our backyard sparkling like a pretty glass of champagne. Too bad that after going back to sleep and waking up for the second time, most of our backyard beauty had already melted and created a large mud pit. It was not pretty and I hate mud. Hate is a strong word, but is appropriate in every sense. I loathe mud! The dogs however, are attracted to it like a hungry girl to chocolate. They squish their paws in it, drag each other through it, and somehow manage to bring it all inside. They have a distinct knack for getting on the bed at the precise moment the white sheets are exposed and they know when to paw at your newly washed pants so you end up with a streak of mud down the middle of your thigh. I could go on and on about my discomfort with wet dirt.
While being overjoyed with the dazzling whiteness, Io was more in a perpetual state of bliss. This dog lives for snow. It is as if she becomes alive in winter. In the summertime, she is pretty docile and likes to sleep in her patch of dirt in the sun. Come winter, her alter-ego comes and she becomes what we refer to as Sasafrass. Sasafrass is confident, energetic, and most of all - sassy! Io becomes giddy in the snow. While on our walk this morning, the first lawn we came to covered in snow she bucked her hind legs like a horse, ate the snow without inhibition, and covered her nose completely. The walk to the park was unbearable as she knew what awaited. We almost killed ourselves trying to wait for oncoming traffic to pass so we could make it to the prized glory.
She barks and rolls in the snow. She becomes the Husky we know she is (partly) and eats the snow like it is a constant snow cone. Odus on the other hand cannot handle the cold very well. While he indulges in eating snow occasionally he cannot walk though snow for too long. He usually will scurry to a patch of clear sidewalk and hold one of his paws in the air. He won't move until you address the issue of the cold paw. I have tried to put snow booties on him, but he growled the first time I put them on him and then walked around the house marching slowly like a solider, lifting each paw so high in the air. He forgot how to walk in the booties and essentially called it quits and refused to move. Thus, we do not use booties on walks, but instead he acts like I am a servant and waits for his paws to be cleaned.
The snow was glorious in its life of about two hours. As I write this, Sasafrass is harassing me to go outside. Hopefully her winter diva attitude will subside as I hope the wind will.
On a funny side note, I went to the grocery store today to grab some breakfast fixings and found this duo in front of my car. I luckily happened to be carrying my camera with me and I am now convinced I must do so more often in order to find pictures like these. Happy New Year everyone!
