My Dog Has a Love For Snow Like No Other

Finally, finally, finally it snowed this week! The city I live in usually gets pounded with the feathery white flakes this time of year, so no wonder why I am so excited for it. It also may be due to the fact that my dad founded a snowmobile club, has been riding them since he was a teenager, and the fact that I have been riding them since I was three. Yes, that wasn't a typo, I was three when my parents bought me my first "sled" as we like to call it in my family. It was a black Articat Kitty Kat; and yes I know that's quite a few cats to swallow, sorry for the tongue twister. That snowmobile was very tiny, and didn't have much power, but to a three-year-old it did. So for about the first few months I had it, I would only sit on the machine on a roll away piece of wood with the engine on, that's it. Soon, when I was a bit older I upgraded to the Articat Z 120, which was lime green. I remember zipping along my side yard in this sled and crashing on every other turn. This machine is where I aquired enough skill to eventually inherit my mom's snowmobile, which is the one I currently ride now. So it is safe to say that I grew up with snow, not literally, it wasn't my pal in school, it's just that my parents were also fanatics, so it certainly rubbed off on me. I love it though, the beauty of the first snowfall of the year. The substance is light, like feathers and as it accumulates it shimmers if you look at it just so. At the moment I can't think of a better word to use, but I adore snow, a lot.

If you are someone who pays attention to the titles of things then you must be wondering why I'm not talking about my dog, well, I also am wondering that same exact thing. So I suppose I will stick to the topic and tell you about my puppy. Her name is Rubie and she is one year old. She is a Cockerspaniel, and has red fur. I cannot tell you how much the red colored fur suits her personality. If you would like to see a picture of her, I posted a few last year in a previous post. She is rambunctious, insane, peppy, loves to jump, and is an escape artist. When we went to the pet store to look at her, she almost always escaped her little body out of the pen and ran throughout the store. Even now, she is one, and still she is a very hyper dog. And as everyone knows with snow comes shoveling. Yesterday was the day it really started to snow, it was light though, light enough to shovel my whole driveway in less than twenty minutes. I like shoveling, I think it's a way to relieve stress, so with all the homework I had yesterday and today I still went out to shovel. To accompany me for the shoveling, was none other than Rubie. I had to let her outside anyway, to go to the bathroom.

This dog absolutley, like me, adores the snow. She is small in stature, so when she jumps through the snow, she looks like a rabbit. Between leaps and bounds, that Cockerspaniel of mine runs by my side and catches every piece of snow that falls behind my shovel. Then she will quickly run in front of the shovel,sometimes even bark, to try to either stop me from shoveling or eat the snow that I am about to fling on the grass. But most likely because she wants to eat the snow. Then she pushes her face in the snow. Standing in the middle of the yard she makes tunnels with her nose, and tries to burry her head in the cold, white, snow.

We weren't outside that long today, but still when we came inside I found little snow balls draping from the back of Rubie's feet and her ears. The dog who was once a firery red is now red and white. All together with the color of my cold hands made the colors of the American flag - red,white,blue. Rubie is currently in the kitchen defrosting, and hopefully not eating all the snow attatched to her fur, because then, who knows? She might even get a hair ball. Imagine that a dog getting a hair ball!

That is all
P.S. 17 days until Christmas!!!!!

-"M"