I hope that none of my alert readers interpreted my absence during Nor'easter Hercules as a sign that we were in peril. Hardly. In fact, provided that one can tolerate sub zero temperatures (yours truly among them), the storm was barely an interruption in my pleasingly routine life.
Of course momma spent many anxious moments topping off the bird feeders and she did seem to shovel an awful lot (I'm not sure how much as I find snow shoveling very dull and opt to retire to my couch until some more interesting activity presents itself).
But even though it snowed for over a day, we ultimately had less than a foot of accumulation. No real excuse not to walk, right?
Given the non-stop snow plow traffic, momma opted for a little woodland stroll behind our estate where I was able to practice my agility skills.
|Not sure momma will be quite as agile navigating this log.|
As well strike a pose that was a bit festive (momma is always trying to get the perfect holiday photo regardless of the season).
|Please make haste, momma, this fleece doesn't cover my labrabum and it is, after all, only 5 degrees.|
When Hercules had blown over, we resumed our usual routes and had one heart stopping moment when we rounded the corner to be confronted by the sidewalk plow. These are useful but rather aggressive machines which stop for no dog and we beat a hasty (and in momma's case, a bit clumsy) retreat.
The arrival of the sidewalk plow was, at first, cause for much celebration since it meant we could resume our walkies to the the village green.
And so the following day we did just that. Unfortunately, the street plows made one final pass after the sidewalk plows and threw all the icky, chemical laden slush back onto the sidewalk.
I've become quite skilled at detecting ouchie snow and taking evasive maneuvers.
|No road salt up here.|
And we achieved our destination of the village green. A place where no doggie had gone before (or at least not since the snow fell). I was pretty proud of momma. She gamely slogged through the snow along with me (albeit at a somewhat slower pace).
|Just step where I stepped, momma. I've cleared a path for you.|
And there you have it. Momma says an "uneventful" snow storm is the best kind. We didn't miss a single walkie.
Happy New Year to all my pals. I don't have any particular resolutions. I just don't see any reason to change. Momma is always telling me I am perfect. Wouldn't want that to stop.