This is the story of the lady hound in the big snowstorm. The lady hound is me, of course. I’m ten years older than Madison, so naturally, I approach huge snowfall totals in a different manner. Bailie tends to be more like Madison.
For starters, my sisters headed out first thing in the morning, long before the snow plows were on the streets. They hopped, skipped, and jumped through, and around all the ruts in the road. Meanwhile, I was home sleeping, waiting for the plows to do their magic. Neighbors out shoveling even commented on how much they were enjoying the deep stuff.
Once the plow was through, I had to wait for Mom to finish shoveling so I could get out my front door without being immediately buried in snow. She did a good job, but the sidewalk seems to have gotten narrower.
Once the plows had cleared the roads and walking paths of the big amounts of snow I was ready put my paws out into the world. Our city is very efficient, and usually has most things in shape by 8 am after a snowfall. The snow was real wet and heavy, which looks awesome on the trees.
In some places the plows did a super job getting right down to the pavement.
I stopped for a moment to look out over the frozen lake. Skating rink? What are you talking about, Mom? The week before there was a huge skating rink out there I guess, but now it is all covered in snow. Maybe the city forgot to come and shovel it out?
A wooden bridge is always pretty in the snow. I had my photographer take a shot of me resting for a moment, focusing on a tree rat in the distance.
All over the area, there are mounds of snow from the plows. Sometimes I enjoy climbing up on them, but most of the time, I simply enjoy looking at the winter wonderland. The snow everywhere makes it look like the Minnesota my mom and I love. Minnesota in the winter without snow is no good, but the latest snowstorm brings a smile to the face of this lady hound.