The wonderfully warm and long lasting autumn turned instantly to winter with the first big snowfall. Snow!! Can there be anything better? Not from a dog’s perspective. Spencer jumped in, rolled in, scruffled along with his nose buried like some kind of weird little snowplow…he was all in! How he doesn’t inhale and choke on the soft, fluffy stuff is beyond me! He picks up on trails left by Heaven's knows what (I'm not proficient enough to read tracks but I'd guess deer, rabbit and perhaps, other dogs).
The Missus has left his coat long as extra protection from the cold and the groomer only trimmed him around his eyes and, of course, his bum for aesthetic reasons. He now looks more more poodle-like, and is creamy instead of white when contrasted to the pristine snow. His big curly afro is almost alarming towering like broccoli over his little brown eyes!
While the roads in our community aren’t salted - which is a blessing - the snow accumulating between Spencer’s toes created hard little snowballs that eventually hurt him and impede our walk. He stops frequently to chew them out; I interfere to help remove them but I think it hurts as I pull the “snowballs” from the fur between his toes. The Missus says she’ll get him some doggy boots so we have another new adventure to look forward to.
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