It was an epic experience in so many ways. He spent the first half hour trying to eat as much of it as he could, and glancing at the sky as though confused about where it was all coming from.
He then spent the remainder of the day obsessed with getting back outside to play in it, each time coming in the house looking like a wooly mammoth with snowballs hanging from his legs.
He was ridiculous in his attempts to get outside to play and the other three dogs continue to hide from him and refuse to go out in the pen when he is out there. He lays in wait, just outside the dog door and pounces on them the moment they are halfway through. The snow made this game even more fun for him as he ran around the yard, periodically barking as he looked up at the sky.
Later this evening, he experienced another first. A snowplow. Granted I don't get much traffic down this road, given that I am in the country and on a dead end road. However, as he watched out the window, with no idea what to make of the unknown machinery, he began barking frantically as though it were the mother ship coming to abduct us all.
After spending more than 8 hours on overdrive, within the last ten minutes he has finally crashed and is passed out next to me. I cringe knowing I will have to let him out once more tonight and I dread the 15 minutes it will take me to get him back in the house, and the other 15 minutes it will take me to get him dry again!
I can say however, that as time consuming and energy draining as he is, he also brings a level of joy to my heart which is beyond description and he makes me laugh even on days it feels there isn't much to laugh about.
2 Years Ago Today
