I think Fall is my favourite time of year, particularly when it snows!
This morning I woke up, had my breakfast (kibble as usual) and went to the back door to go out and what did I see: white stuff, EVERYWHERE! I remembered I’d seen this a few months ago before it all melted so I was really happy to get outside today and roll around so I could scratch my back and cool off. When you’re a Labradoodle there’s nothing better than sticking your nose in a pile of snow and carrying it indoors to show mom and dad. This seems to wake them up real quick in the mornings!
By the time I finished larking about outside Dad was getting ready to take me for a walk. For some reason when the snow settles it takes Dad FOREVER to get ready. First the sweater, then the boots, then comes the coat, hat and gloves: he’s so slow I sometimes forget why I’m waiting. I’m always ready: just need him to clip the leash on. Why do humans take so long? Maybe they should grow a furry coat too: seems obvious to me.
When we get to the off leash park, there’s snow as far as my eye can see and I can see a LONG way. This is great even though there aren’t many of my friends here today. When it’s hot I tend to slow down after a while but today I’m leaping and running everywhere, that is after I’ve peed: got to let my buddies know what’s going on and how I’m doing today. The great thing about snow is that I don’t need to go in the lake to get a drink. I can just eat the snow if I get thirsty (only the white snow, if you know what I mean!).
I mentioned earlier about having breakfast. Well now that I’ve been running about for a while, I’m getting the call of nature. Better find some deep snow as far away from Dad as possible. Ah that’s better! But here comes Dad. He always tracks down where I’ve pooped and picks it up: must be another weird human thing to do. He murmurs something about where the steam is rising: beats me.
As it’s not really cold yet, my paws are fine. I get a small amount of snow between my toes but that doesn’t stop me running around. And the snow doesn’t stop me smelling all the great odours in the park either. See I have a great nose and a little bit of snow isn’t going to stop me rooting around.
Well we’re heading back home now: I wonder if Dad is going to Tim Hortons today? A dog’s gotta have his old fashioned Timbit whether there’s snow on the ground or not.
Happy snow time!
