Like My Boots?

Before Sadie and I went walking around today I decided she needed to wear her boots. Everything is such a mess outside with snow and ice and slush and salt, that I thought it would be a good idea if her paws were protected. While in the house she fought me tooth and nail to get the boots off, but that didn’t work. Then she switched to her favorite form of passive protest: freezing like a statue and refusing to move. No food, no treats, me leaving, nothing at all will get her to move again unless I take off whatever is annoying her. But she didn’t win this time. I just picked her up, boots and all, and carried her outside. Then she saw all the snow and started sniffing the outside air and her doggy instincts took over. She walked and ran and sniffed and frolicked as usual, completely forgetting about those pesky boots.

Sadie and the Snow Lady

Sadie and I woke up to a blizzard this morning, which brought another foot and a half of snow. Instead of shoveling all that snow like a responsible person, I decided it was time for Sadie to meet her first snowman. While I heaped snow into a somewhat person-like shape, Sadie decided to move as much snow as she could into the house. She kept rolling around in the snow, then running into the house, shaking the snow off of her fur, and running back out to check on what I was doing.  When I finally finished my snowlady (she’s wearing a pink hat, therefore she is a girl), Sadie sniffed her a couple of times, but did not seem impressed with my efforts. Instead Sadie led me into the house to show me the snow she tracked all over the floor. She seemed confused when I gathered it all up and brought it back outside, like she was wondering why I wouldn’t want snow in the house. I tried to explain that snow and snowpeople live outside, but she wasn’t listening. She was already collecting more snow on her fur to bring back inside.