After last weekend’s blizzard, our entire landscape had changed. The snow was two feet deep in most places, except in the drifts, where three feet of snow dwarfed my dogs. The only way to get around at first was on snowshoes.
I took a walk around the front of the house:
The snow in front of the garage was more than thirty inches deep.
My car was almost completely buried.
The rest of the cars didn’t fare that much better. Aaron’s car was surrounded, with a huge snow sculpture that hung about two feet off the back of his trunk.
The drifting and blowing wind made giant craters around the bases of our trees.
By the time I got back from my front yard exploration, Brian was ready to start digging us out.
I headed around to the back of the house, making a trail so the dogs could join me. We couldn’t go out the back door because it looked like this:
We had already dug out the back door the day before, so my son and I could relax in our hot tub in the middle of the blizzard. This was all fresh snow since the night before.
With my snowshoes, I made paths and the dogs followed behind, tamping down the snow further.
Once the paths were used enough, the dogs could run through them — at top speed.
I think Tucker felt a little frustrated, though. There were chaseable critters, but he Just. Couldn’t. The snow was too deep.
Lilah didn’t really care how deep the snow was; she’s used to bouncing through snow. Though she did need to rest her weary head now and again.
Still, there was much beauty to be seen; the sun casting shadows on untrammeled snow is something rarely encountered when you live with three dogs.
There were no doggy footprints to mar the snow’s unbroken canvas, so the tracks left by different visitors were easily spotted.
The snow was fun from inside the house as well. Throughout the storm, I scattered birdseed for our winged friends. Afterwards, I added more, enlivening the programming on Cat TV.
Once the dogs came back in, they watched the show as well.
The bird seed in front of the kitchen doors provided additional opportunities for birdwatching. Calvin discovered that hiding next the to scratcher encouraged unwary birds to get within pouncing distance.
The warm sun helped clear away the snow; as it melted off our roof, large icicles formed.
Aaron dug a path on the deck, through snow that was three feet deep in some places.
In the next days, as the snow melted, the dogs found ways to reach other parts of the yard. Usually Jasper led the way, his long legs plowing through through the drifts, with his brother and sister following behind.
Did you get any snow? What do you pets think?
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