Per Jennifer’s post yesterday, if you lived north of Maryland but south of New York this past weekend, the blizzard of February 2010 brought a beautiful and peaceful wonderland right outside your front door.

 There was big air to be had…

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Sights to behold…

willow lane

And cockles to be warmed (literally)…

usin snow 

All seemed right in this snowy world.  Unless you happened to be the dog.

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Mo took one look at the snow banks and decided that she is absolutely fine with peeing and pooping indoors for the next month.  While this “work around” is perfectly acceptable to her…to us?  Not so much.

We shoveled a few pathways so that she wouldn’t get completely buried.  Still, she was a reluctant pooper.  Anyone who has ever stood outside on a freezing cold day waiting for the dog to go to the bathroom knows this scene well.

Walk. Walk. Sniff, Sniff.  Sniff. (Looks promising)  Walk walk. Turn. (Here comes the squat, Thank God).  Another turn.  Walk. Walk. (Oh no, she’s coming back this way.  Nooooooooo!) 
Dog sits at your feet and stares at you.
You try to reason with the dog who does not understand you.      
You say:  Mo, I am freezing.  Pleeeeeeese go poop!!  Mo, please!
She hears:  Mo, K dg keriising.  Uhttttttttttdw nt lxxw!!  Mo, uhtdw!
You lead her back to the “spot”.
Walk, walk.  Sniff. Sniff Sniff.  Sniffsniffsniffsniff.
(She has now found an old poop and is checking it out.)
Like the optimist you are, you allow the old poop sniffing to continue as if that will get her “in the mood” to make a new one.  At the same time, you are praying that she doesn’t snack on the old poop.  After 2 minutes of this, you give up.
You say:  C’mon you dumb dog.  Let’s go inside. Grumble. Grumble.
She hears:  S’hey ywg erhe sdw.  Peh’i nd hyrsed.  Mrrrrrr.  Mrrrrr.
Trot. Trot. Trot.  (Dog couldn’t be happier.)

You are very angry at the dog until someone reminds you of that which has been forgotten:    How would you like to lower your genitals into the snow to go the bathroom? 

Point taken. 

There is another 12-18  inches of snow expected to fall tonight and tomorrow.  I will make a mad dash to the store this morning.  Because in these emergency situations, you can never have enough breadmilkeggs … carpet cleaner.

(Photo credits:  Mike Mendell a.k.a. “Papa”)

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