Episode 31 – ❄️🛷“Snow” better time to play outside!🐶❄️

 

Snow Time!

Living in the North of England, wintertime can be cold and wet for months! However, every so often, the rain changes to snow. Where I live this can be quite severe. Mum and Dad hate the snow as they have to manage to get to work and to get out from our house there is a small hill but just large enough for cars to get stuck in the snow halfway up. Dad grumbles as he has to dig the street out and clear the snow followed by spreading salt and grit over the road just to make the hill passable. He has seen other neighbours sit and watch him do all this work without helping and then drive out after he had finished. This annoyed him and he said that there should be more community spirit. Mum just calls him grumpy!

 Mum and Dad may hate the snow but for me this is completely different. I remember the first time I saw snow, the house door was opened and all I could see was a blanket of thick white stuff. What is this I thought, let me explore! I immediately jumped into a huge block of snow and nearly disappeared completely inside as I am only small. At first this was freezing cold but soon my thick fur took over and I wasn’t too cold. I loved it! I ran and ran about in the snow having to do small hopping type jumps as the snow was too deep for my little legs to walk normally. This was so exciting. I used to flick lumps of snow into the air and chase them for hours – so much fun! Obviously, when they hit the ground they broke up into small pieces and I could no longer find them. This didn’t stop me looking and digging after them.

Ready for the next Snowball!

Dad used to come out and throw snowballs for me which I loved chasing up and down the garden. I also used to help him with the snow clearing. Well, when I say help there were some differences of opinion. As Dad cleared a block of snow with his shovel it flicked up extra pieces into the air which I immediately jumped after. Sometimes this would cause more snow to fall onto the area he had just cleared and also I would stand right in the way so that he could not clear any more snow which slowed down the whole job. I stand by my thoughts that I was helping!

H and Pipps would try and make a snow man which I was only too willing to assist: Again, using the term assist very loosely and not necessarily contributing to the icy construction too much but loving diving in to the snow around them.

I think that I may need some help here - I'm turning into a Snow-dog!

After a while playing in the snow, My thick fur would get covered in snow and ice; this eventually clumped together in large lumps. Sometimes these would be so huge that I could hardly walk. Dad used to try and get these off me, but they had fused so tightly to my fur that this usually resulted in me being carried back into the house and immediately put into the shower to get all the snow melted off. A small price to pay for hours of endless fun!

Anyway, off to play with snowballs now!

TTFN

Mazie