Those of you who live in North America will probably belly-laugh reading this, but these days in our nick of the wood, a snow flake or two means that it is winter. A few weeks ago I showed you our record snowfall of three centimeters… that was more than we had seen in several years. And that is not all, it has snowed again! Another whooping two centimeters. It’s transformed fields and walkways into slushy puddles of mud, but all the dogs I know have fun with it. But, it wasn’t always like this. Once upon a time, when Spot, our Border Collie was still young and healthy, we had a real winter, and I have proof.
Meet Olaf, the snowman. Spot was a bit suspicious about the new friend.
Olaf showed him the cold shoulder. Spot lost interest, and had fun in the snow.
Spot’s human friends, however, were less amused. Olaf refused to work and so we had to shovel ourselves. Spot found that part the most fun. He would jump up and bite into the shovel, chase after every load of snow that was thrown to the side, and overall have a wonderful time. And since he made us laugh so much, so did we.