Yesterday morning I was out with our dog and let her play for a few moments with a larger male dog. Turns out the male is 11 years old.
Today we went out several times and our Zoe saw, in the midst of a snowstorm, kids way down a hill across a busy street, sledding down to a playing field. She went puppy nuts and ran around like a lunatic and ate fresh snow.
Zoe just turned nine. Add those up in “dog years” and she’s an old lady doing disco and karaoke while volunteering at the senior center!
Just seeing them get charged up by a couple inches of snow is inspiring. As for me, I have to check the weather to find out what hat and gloves to wear, double coat, Wellies or hiking boots. Feels like kindergarten, except then someone else dressed me. Now I have to worry about the floors as well as there’s so much salt.
Here no-one shovels. The streets are rarely plowed and forget ramps put in due to ADA, the Americans with Disabilities Act, as those are all snowed in and now mushed in and there are a number of folks around here in wheelchairs who cannot get around. Also salt is what people use, rather than a shovel or snow blower, and the city/county are the last to come in to get their sidewalks and trails into reasonable condition. It usually takes a few days.
Seeing these old dogs play and enjoy the snow is a joyous occasion, like watching all the dogs in the pool with the pool furniture sunk in it before a major hurricane. Yes, been there, done that.
Streets and sidewalks should be the first priority of the city and county. I don’t see much effort in that regard. I awakened Sunday morning to hear a truck scraping dry pavement (ouch) but once we have snow, there’s nothing. Was someone just clocking overtime on Sunday and sleeping today?
It’s always good to see the kids sledding and the dogs playing. Cheers, Dee
Cooking with Dee 