So here I sit, nestled in my flannel sheets, dripping and deshabille, wishing that the recent “blizzard” had actually lived up to its name and blanketed my town with at least a foot of snow.
Here in Woodcock Pocket if we get over a foot of snow the dogs cannot see when they go outside-the snow would be over their heads.
So trails must be made with the snowblower, around the house and through the back 40, allowing them to get outside for fresh air and tend to their little puppy business.
The dogs love this because they are off leash and can run and sniff to their hearts desire. They run madly, with wild abandon, round and round the house, in different directions, like little furry electrons circling their nucleus.
But the snow is not deep enough for such frivoliy today, therefore I will have to take them out on the leash. In my weakened and feeble condition I am afraid that exposure to the subzero temps will be the death of me, if the exertion of gearing up doesnt kill me first. I could just manage to drag myself to a door and open it, but without the trails to contain them, Im afraid I wouldn’t see them again til Easter and that would upset the offspring.
There was always someone in attendance at Alconleigh so the day to day care of animals was never much of a difficulty. And our pets always roamed free, we hardly ever used a leash and we never ‘walked’ the dogs. We would hike or play or roam around, and the doges would come with us, but that’s not quite the same. If the dogs ever had any business to attend to outside whilst the family was otherwise occupied, a simple, polite, half-bark would prompt the opening of a door and another would open it upon their return. I am not sure why I adopted different system….
If I make it back, there will be another blog post. If not, you have only these 7 to remember me by.