For us, what makes this winter so difficult isn’t the amount of snow we’ve gotten; I think our season total this year is under a foot. (Sorry, Boston.)
But it’s been cold.
Single digit cold.
Snow pants cold.
Double glove cold.
Which is less than ideal conditions for most backyard snow fun. Including building a snowman. For those of you who have never made a snowman, you need moist snow — the kind that sticks together. Not the light powdery stuff that falls when it’s really cold. Not the crunchy frozen blocks that result from freezing rain. Just simple, big flaked, damp snow.
Which we haven’t seen all winter.
Until this weekend, when Mother Nature felt sorry for us, and provided a warm, almost sultry day with temperatures in the 40s. For a few brief hours when the conditions were just right, the dogs played, I felt real sun on my face, and the hard crust on top of the snow softened.
And in the half-hour I had before the sun disappeared behind the trees and took the warm with it, I made a snow dog.
Because. I could.
I will admit there are no children under 20 living in my house. Currently it’s just my husband and I and my adult son, neither of whom helped with my art project. I created Snow Dog all by my middle-aged self. Though Lilah, Jasper and Tucker did try to help.
Snow is a fun medium to play with; it is like short-lived Play-Doh. And I can’t resist trying to make something out of it.
I do the same when I go to the shore in the summer; I leave behind a sand sculpture, knowing that the waves will erase it when the tide comes in, just like the sun will reduce my snow dog to a puddle.
There’s something appealing to me about art that is destined to exist for only a brief period of time. (Though my poor attempt at sculpting a snow dog or a sand turtle might not be considered “art” by some folk.)
The sun was setting. It was getting colder. I had time to take a few photos before it was too uncomfortable to be outside and the snow became crunchy again.
When I gave the dogs the Down command, all three complied; they knew treats would be freely dispensed.
And then Lilah gently placed her paw on the snow dog’s chilly leg: “You belong. Even if you’re with us for a short time.” [Tweet]
That’s how I feel about my dogs and cats.
You may also like:
- A Dog’s Joy: Snow, a Stick and Room to Run
- Haiku by Dog: Artist
- Rules of Dog The Other Dog Always Has the Best Stick
- Dog with Stick: Sitting Just Quietly Under the Trees
- Photo: Dogs Play in the Snow
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