2005's First Snow Storm

I was going to write a post about the various embarrassing ways dog owners brace their pooches for the cold. Then I realized that people who live in glass houses should not throw stones. You see I have a senior dog that needs to wear snow booties to be able to enjoy the white stuff that has accumulated in our area over the last 24 hours.

Dexter loves the snow. What he doesn’t love are the balls of snow that form between the pads of his paws. Last year I purchased some booties for him and after wrestling with him for 10 minutes to get the damn things on, he would not move. He stood there frozen in either awkwardness or shame. Probably a combination of both. Once I was able to drag him outside and he started prancing around in the snow without his paws freezing, he was one happy elderly golden retriever. It certainly beats the old days where he would just lay down in the snow and wait for me to pick out the snowballs.

The things we do for our furry kids. I am thankful that Dexter embraces the snow with vigor. His normal routines are not disrupted by the white stuff. I just came in with Dexter after a hearty walk. We ran into a neighbor who was distressed by her dog’s snowstipation. It appears poor Paco cannot or will not poop in the snow. He does look stylish however; a fleece lined suede number. I am sure Dexter is thankful that besides the booties he is not required to wear any other snow gear.