The big melt is on but we still have a long way to go. Well, at least there is grass to be seen. I can't be bothered with the stairs off the observation deck and am still throwing myself into the snowbanks to make my exit. Oh joy!
I did finally convince the DOH to break out my tennis ball and the past couple of days I have been chasing that beloved yellow orb until I drop. This is living!
The RH chases a bit but as we all know is easily fatigued.
Me? By the time the DOH walks all the way back to put the tennis balls away in the garage lock up I am ready to go again. Note that I am on the snow bank. I really disdain walking in the freezing water that collects on the patio. Leave that to less nimble dogs, thank you very much.
So momma helped make this little movie and she feels it is a commentary on my diminished retrieving skills. As any fool can see, the reason I don't bring the ball back is because the Relentlessly In My Face always wants to steal it from me. I can't believe he actually staggered out into the snow just to harass me.
Please excuse the poops in the snow. Momma is doing her best but she says that hauling five gallon buckets overflowing with deposits all the way to the back of the yard is quite a strain on her wee little muscles, so she is doing it in increments.