Snow arrived shortly after nightfall yesterday, just as the weatherman had predicted. I always get a little excited about snow. Originally from Nebraska, I tend to get antsy if we do not see a few inches here in Oklahoma over the winter months. It’s a novelty to get a little snow this far south, and the best part is that it usually melts in just a couple of days. When the northern weather does make it down this way, I get my old, Nebraska snow scoop out to revel in a morning of clearing pathways and cleaning off the front and back porches. However, last night’s snow produced only a couple of inches, so all that was needed to clear the walkway this morning was a broom.
My usual routine on winter mornings finds me donning my coat, Elmer Fudd cap (complete with ear flaps), and my Muck boots. I beckon our three Japanese Chin outside to do their bathroom business. It’s not yet daylight at 6:00, but this morning the ambient light reflecting off the snow created a soft glow all around the property as if the sun was up already. For once, I did not need my trusty flashlight. After catapulting out the front door, Bear and Zoe immediatly put on the skids, wanting nothing to do with the cold, wet, white stuff. But, Tori took off like a shot, making a bounding turn around the south side of the house, and promptly disappeared from my sight! Zoe shivered and did her business just inches from the sidewalk. After two attempts to carry Bear to the snow, only to have him return to the house without doing his business, I enforceabley walked him out to the driveway and guarded him until he finally did a slight squat, leaving a sufficient yellow spot in the snow. A little panicked by now that Tori had not returned, I let Zoe and Bear back inside and made a snowy trail through the house to the back door with my boots on. Sure enough, there was Tori in the backyard, doing “chinspins” and the “Chindy500” around the pool. Somebody was enjoying himself a little too much this early in the day!
An hour later I bundled up to head outside again. I wanted to go down the slope to the canyon to check the water tub and put feed out for Daisy and the wild deer. Tori seemed excited to come along, but the other two couch potatoes (Bear and Zoe) made no move when I asked, “Does anybody want to go OUT?” I grabbed my camera and gloves and the two of us took off into the white fluff. Tori was in his element! He bounded around, pounced on the snow, took off running in tight circles, then skidded to a stop. He would give me that astonished look of bedevilment, suddenly running every which direction, snow flying all around. He especially loved rolling in the snow and making a plow with his face. Rump in the air, he would crouch down then cut his eyes at me, silently inviting me to a game of “Catch me if you can!”
I remember the winter days of my childhood, playing King of the Mountain with my brother and sisters, knocking each other down piles of snow Dad had pushed up along the driveway. Of course, that got rough sometimes when the king (usually our brother) got a little bit pompus and, before long, the band of losers devised a coux to knock the mighty king off his throne. We built forts and had snowball fights. Invaribly, somebody always got hit in the face a little too hard with a snowball and that was the end of that. We had contests to make the best snow angels and snowmen. Most of the time someone (again, the brother who loved tormenting us girls) knocked the snowmen down or trompled our snow angels. We occupied ourselves for hours in the bright, white fluff and, generally, came into the house soaked to the bone and red-cheeked.
This is the same frolic and play I was observing in Tori this morning. I watched his big, hairy body pounce and scamper around with delight. I let him roll and wiggle around in the snow making… uh, snow dog angels? I let him snow-plow with his head and mash his face in the frozen fluff. He seemed in no hurry to return to the house, and was completely and happily wet by the time he decided to follow me in.
There seems to be something magical about snow that brings out the child in all of us. It is a gift of icing from the heavens. A bit of frozen frosting to enjoy. It offers opportunities that an ordinary day cannot present. This morning, on the way to the canyon, I lost my footing and fell hard, then slid down the slope a few feet. My first thought was that I had just messed up my clean jeans. Then along came Tori, pouncing down the slope in play. It was a moment of choice… go along with him and play, or become crabby about a pair of old jeans. I threw a snowball at Tori (intending to miss of course!) and the game was ON!!
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