A Black Dog’s Lament: Where’s My Snow?

In the summer, my dog Lilah transforms into a creature of shade and shadows.

One of Lilah's favorite summer refuges: under the lilac bushes.

One of Lilah’s favorite summer refuges: under the lilac bushes.

Even when she’s been groomed, her coal-black fur absorbs the heat of the sun, making a hot day an uncomfortable experience for a cool dog.

Just as our cats will find a sunbeam to lie in, so Lilah will relax in a stretch of shade thrown by one of our trees.

Just as our cats will find a sunbeam to lie in, so Lilah will relax in a stretch of shade thrown by one of our trees.

I’m sure that’s one of the reasons Lilah is huge fan of snow. She runs through it. Pounces it. Sticks her snout it in up to her eyeballs, and digs ’til she hits the frozen ground underneath.

What it looks like after you've just stuck your snout deep into the snow.

What it looks like after you’ve just stuck your snout deep into the snow.

Depth doesn’t matter to Lilah; smiling as she tiggers through it, my dog leaves amusing bounce prints in her wake.

Lilah leaping through deep snow.

Lilah leaping through deep snow; you can see the imprints of her previous leaps.

We’ve had a few snowstorms this year — most notably the blizzard that dumped two feet on us — but now only a few islands of snow remain in our yard. Every time I take the dogs outside, Lilah visits the snow remnants as they grow smaller with our recent warm weather.

Lilah visiting one of the last vestiges of snow in our yard.

Lilah visiting one of the last vestiges of snow in our yard.

So while I smile as crocuses are pushing out from the softened earth in our yard, I feel a little sad for Lilah, who’s chilled playground is disappearing.

Lilah climbed up on this tiny frozen lump and offered me the saddest look: "What happened to my snow?"

Lilah climbed up on this tiny frozen lump and offered me the saddest look: “What happened to my snow?”

There’s still time, though. Winter is far from over, and it’s not unheard of to have snow into April. Maybe Lilah will receive a gift of another snowfall or two before the real warmth kicks in, and she once again takes cover in the shade.

Do your pets have a favorite season?

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12 Comments on "A Black Dog’s Lament: Where’s My Snow?"

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  1. easy rider says:

    the queen on top of the last mountain :o) great photo :o)

  2. Ellen Pilch says:

    Poor Lilah. If we get anymore, I will send it your way.

  3. Well, winter’s not over yet. There’s still a chance Lilah will get the snow she wishes for.

  4. jan says:

    We took our dogs to the mountains once where we keep our snow. The jumped out of the car, sniffed, peed and spent the rest of the day in the car. Yes, they are summer flowers.

  5. meowmeowmans says:

    Poor Lilah! We hope you get some more snow to enjoy, sweet girl.

  6. Emma says:

    That last photo reminds Mom of Katie when she was little. She was romping in the North Sea and had to pee. She found a little sand pile sticking up out of the water, so she climbed on it and peed. So sweet, just like sitting on that last little bit of snow.

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