Snow Dogs and Musings on Winter

Coco, my snow dog, from last winter when we actually had snow.

My snow dogs want to know…where’s all the snow this winter? Roscoe and Coco are eager to get out and frolic around in the fluffy white stuff. Yes, fun for them, but not so much fun for me attempting to shovel the stuff while bundled up so tightly I can barely move. Expert shoveler, I am not, LOL! Ah, but watching my dogs run around joyfully playing in the snow is fun (if only they could shovel and play!).

This photo shows all the snow we've had so far this winter and the season is nearly done. Now you see why my snow dogs are complaining. Many areas farther up along the Northeast have had heavy snow storms, but my area was spared the brunt of those storms. I call it being "spared." My dogs call it being "gypped."

You call this snow? Roscoe and Coco are not impressed!

Although snowfall has been sparse here this winter, I am not complaining. My dogs are the inquisitive ones regarding snow. I could take it or leave it. In fact, when I lived in sunny Southern California years ago, I can say I never missed the snow. Not once. But like Dorothy in Oz who finds she’s not in Kansas anymore, I’m not in California anymore. When you live in the Northeast USA, it will snow every winter, at least a little bit, and sometimes a whole lot.

I grew up in New Jersey and as a child, loved to play in the snow and especially enjoyed snow days off from school. As an adult, I eyed sunny California and didn’t look back when it came to winter. Now I am back on the East Coast again, not in New Jersey, currently in Maryland, but the weather is similar. That being said, I don’t totally hate snow. A new snowfall can be a lovely, peaceful scene. I’ve always loved those Currier & Ives prints of snow scenes in early America with winter travelers happily riding through sparkling white snow in horse-drawn carriages. 

Currier & Ives. Isn’t this a lovely scene…and look, there’s a dog in it, too!

There is something inviting and romantic about watching the snow fall outside while sitting inside so cozy by a fireplace holding a mug of hot chocolate, or sipping a glass of wine by the warm glow of the fire….OK, I saw that scene in a movie lol!  Sounds lovely, though. 

More often the reality is: shovel, shovel, toil and trouble, white fluffy goodness turns to mushy mess and patches of ice you don’t readily see cause you to fall hard on your butt. Ouch! Well, perhaps you are more coordinated than I am, but it's a scenario I've experienced more than once. I now prepare by wearing extra layers...everywhere! Still, for my sweet pups, I wouldn’t mind just one nice snowfall so they can play around in it. Then I really must give them lessons in shoveling. Hey, maybe I could attach a shovel to the end of a sleigh and they could pull it. After all, they are Northern mixed-breed dogs. Roscoe is Collie, German Shepherd, Chow, Akita mix; Coco is German Shepherd mix. Well, one can dream, and I am always thinking!

My dogs are clamoring for me to post more photos of them. Such attention hounds! Look for them to be guest blogging here again around St. Patrick's Day (I am part-Irish, so my dogs get to be Irish too). Since we have no good snow photos for this year, I am posting their pictures from last winter. Aren’t they just adorable? 

Roscoe and Coco last year when we had snow worth playing in

Let’s Play!

Coco likes what she sees!

OK we cleared a path. Now for some rest!

Dig In!

Roscoe thinks it doesn't get any better than this!

I'll close this post with a photo I took of a snow bird on a fence singing for spring. My dogs can have winter, I’ll take spring. Sing, little songbird, sing!

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