We had our first big snow this week. The Kid went diving right into it, prancing and playing, getting full of the stuff. I politely told her, "Little one, snow is best once it is patted down into a nice cold, flat bed. Do not get your coat full of snow chunks. Do not bury your face in it. Above all, do not act like you like it."
She just gave me a look to say, "Yeah, whatever, Old Man." And took off in a frolicky flounce of fluff.
It was a little challenging to keep an eye on her and keep my paws from getting unnecessarily snowed. Mom has said things to me like, "Don't you know you're a sheepdog, with origins in the Alps? Working with sheep in big snow?" And I'm all, "Don't you know your foreparents slept outside too?" Ha.
The truth is, I suppose I could walk in deep snow if I had to, but I don't have to. There is a perfectly good couch with my name on it when the weather is less than desirable (read: desirable=cold, dry, sunny).
I am glad Ayla enjoyed herself. It made for nice sleepy snuggling on the couch with Dad afterwards. And I have to admit, Ayla is really cute when she's sleepy. There's nothing like a tired puppy.
2 comments:
Hey Orso and Ayla -
What are you up to? Did you have a great Christmas??
Miss seeing your updates. Please say a warm hello and give your Mom a big hug for me.
Debi
Great photos of Ayla zooming around in the snow! And the snoozing doggies are so sweet, too. I love how puppies can go from zero to 60 and then fall asleep just as fast. Moose says hi!
:)
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