Friends, we have reached the point that comes every winter when our lives are completely defined by snow (not unlike the "too hot to do anything" torpitude that comes every summer). That time when so much effort is put into snow removal and snow navigation that even indoor activities become tainted by the white piles crushing in our world.
Two big storms in the past four days (even daycare was cancelled), on top of the existing snow cover, have served to reduce the navigable areas of our estate to ice encrusted foot paths.
Momma's determined clearing of the deck has been impacted by snow banks that have crested the top, forcing her to lift every shovel full rather than just push it off the edge.
|I think it will take at least 87 days for all of this to melt.|
Being poorly suited to managing a snow shovel, I am able only to provide moral support as momma works her way along my comfort paths.
|I'm helping by staying out of the way of the grouchy lady with the shovel.|
Our walkies have been severely reduced as well. Poor travel conditions with plenty of ice and chunky yuckies have brought a halt to after dark excursions (our last one taking nearly half an hour to go a single mile as momma lurched along behind yours truly).
This morning, we were able to navigate to one of my favorite destinations, the village green (not quite so green at the moment).
I thought I would try blazing a path through the snow, but I was quickly thwarted and had to rabbit my way about to keep from drowning.
|Too deep! Too deep!|
Sadly, I returned to the safety of the slushy sidewalks.
Our exercise regime has heretofore been supplemented by mad snow zoomies in the back yard. We both enjoy a good game of "snow punch" which involves momma doing her best to "run" through the snow and me working up a good head of steam and body slamming her. The fun is enhanced when momma takes a spill and we can enjoy a bit of wrestling.
But now the snow is no longer fluffy and walking on it results in my legs falling through unexpectedly (and sometimes rather painfully), so zoomies are out of the question.
|I'm not designed to act as a snow plow.|
So for now, I am content with morning walkies of whatever speed and distance available as well as the occasional game of stuffie keep away with momma and a nightly round of hide the liver treat.
But one does hope that we will see the end of further accumulation soon. Momma's mentals appear affected and she has gone into some sort of creepy hibernation mode. I glanced at the forecast today and wish I hadn't. More snow on Tuesday. Ugh. I hope they don't cancel daycare again.