When I was a kid back in Iowa, we got a dachshund pup. He always wanted out first thing in the morning to make his rounds. It happened that our dog’s first experience of snow happened on one those mornings. Overnight there was a snowstorm which dumped about 6 or 7 inches everywhere, including our back stoop. The dog shot out the door, nearly airborne, as usual and plopped up to his withers in the snow. There he stood, immobilized, for several seconds until my Dad, “laughing all the way”, retrieved him. We cleared a path for him, and after his first shock was past, the dog reached detente with snow — as long as it wasn’t too deep for him to navigate.
When we lived in Plattsburgh, NY we had a big orange Tom who insisted on doing his business in one specific corner of the yard. He didn’t care if the snow was drifted four feet deep, he would snowplow and even tunnel a path to “his” corner. Then come back tail high, having once again shown the white stuff who was boss!
FreyjaRN Premium Member almost 2 years ago
I would have said dramatic instead, but that’s me.
stillfickled Premium Member almost 2 years ago
How did he sniff thru the snorkel?
Chithing Premium Member almost 2 years ago
Careful you don’t step in it, Truman.
orbenjawell Premium Member almost 2 years ago
…but he HAD to go……..
CccComics4me almost 2 years ago
Looks like Oscar solved the problem! Back to the video game!
A# 466 almost 2 years ago
When I was a kid back in Iowa, we got a dachshund pup. He always wanted out first thing in the morning to make his rounds. It happened that our dog’s first experience of snow happened on one those mornings. Overnight there was a snowstorm which dumped about 6 or 7 inches everywhere, including our back stoop. The dog shot out the door, nearly airborne, as usual and plopped up to his withers in the snow. There he stood, immobilized, for several seconds until my Dad, “laughing all the way”, retrieved him. We cleared a path for him, and after his first shock was past, the dog reached detente with snow — as long as it wasn’t too deep for him to navigate.
Ed Brault Premium Member almost 2 years ago
When we lived in Plattsburgh, NY we had a big orange Tom who insisted on doing his business in one specific corner of the yard. He didn’t care if the snow was drifted four feet deep, he would snowplow and even tunnel a path to “his” corner. Then come back tail high, having once again shown the white stuff who was boss!