I have no doubt that many of you have heard by now of snow storm Nemo which came to visit our neck of the woods. The snow started on Friday and Momma took the day off from the work place to stay home with yours truly and try to keep up with clearing the deck and what not.
By Friday afternoon, the governor of the Commonwealth of Massachusetts said that only emergency vehicles were allowed on the road, so we figured it was as good a time as any to squeeze in a nice winter wonderland walkie.
Momma did a good job of keeping things clear right up until bedtime, but I confess that I was not as thorough as usual with my evening potty run.
Subsequently, I was awakened at 5:30 AM with a most grievous need.
Momma obligingly opened the door to let me out only to discover this!
|I can't go out there!|
Yes, friends, while we slumbered, a generous two feet of snow had fallen and blown about and the snow against the back door was over my head!
Frantic, I beseeched momma to clear enough for me to take care of what had by this time become a very pressing need.
Good old Momma. She shoveled a path off the deck and enough of a spot in the yard to accommodate my morning business.
|Laser beam eyes! I will melt the snow!|
As you can imagine, most of today was spent clearing snow. Two feet might not sound like a lot, but it is. To demonstrate, here I am posing along one of my comfort paths.
I did my best to provide moral support to Momma but even still, the shoveling made her quite grouchy and there were many HBO words flung into the wind.
|You're doing great, momma, just keep shoveling.|
I thought a walkie would make a nice break and off we set (despite the driveway not yet being cleared).
But we soon had to turn back as the streets, while passable, were busy with super sized snow removal equipment that forced us more than once to dive into a snowbank lest we get caught up in the scoop.
So back we came to make the long journey up the driveway.
|Maybe I should have let Momma go first and use her bulk to clear the snow.|
Momma was ever so fretful that the birds have enough food and made the long journey out to the back feeder to fill it up and put some seed on the ground for the Mourning Doves and other ground feeders.
I did my best to follow along, but got a bit bogged down.
|You'll have to go on without me.|
After some restorative macaroni and cheese and a brief nap, it was time to try our luck at walkies again.
We both wore our reflective gear even though it was daytime (one must be safe).
I was supposed to pose on this snowbank. No thanks. I had business to take care of.
|I HAVE TO PEE! NO TIME TO POSE!|
The hands of the clock are moving towards 4:00 which means it is almost supper time. I am counting the minutes.
Momma says that there is no more shoveling to be done today as her little arms are shaking with fatigue and I think her mentals are in a perilous state. The Master continues to work on getting the driveway cleared, but this is how our deck and yard will remain for the time being.