Never mind the annual immersion into the Christmas holiday season, we haven’t even yet attended the November Family Dinner & Floor Show that some of you refer to as Thanksgiving. There must be someone we can talk to about this, right? A sound snowstorm in early November fell upon our little corner of Ohio leaving us with a sense of dread. You know the one … how you wished you’d taken the time last weekend to pick up all the recycled dog food in the backyard.
Now it’s a game of chance out there.
And the odds are against you and the shoes you walked in on.
Our Miss Holly was thrilled with this autumnal plot twist, she was. A natural California blonde, and just a young thing at that, this was her first experience with a frozen and frosty backyard.
In our time as volunteer puppy raisers for Canine Companions for Independence, that is our fifth yellow fluffer that we’ve introduced to the magical stuff that is Ohio snow. I have to admit, each one is much like the last.
Joy and discovery and running and sniffing and the obligatory my-nose-is-a-snowplow.
I’ll never get tired of watching this.
Those are autumnal leaves tossed about in the snowscape. Not poo bombs. I think.
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Go. Do. Be Dog. 