I know, I know. More dog anecdotes. Spring is really slow arriving this year. Nevertheless, there are some signs that give me hope. The "run-off" pond on the walking trails is mostly open water. Two days ago it had a lot of open areas but the shore was still ice and snow covered.
The guns are booming. I live near an Army training base and to tell the truth, sometimes the artillery in the distance is more like white noise. Not to my Jack Russell, Patch. She is terrified and sits shaking in miserable fear in her basket. As she shudders, she gets so warm she, pants. Patch is rendered helpless by the percussion.
The guns don't always start before we go on our walk. Two days ago, the familiar booming started partway through. Patch ran in loping, frightened patterns and headed down to the pond. She's pretty agile usually. Perhaps it was the adrenalin pumping her up but she lost her footing and fell into the icy water. Her head disappeared beneath the grey surface. Dog are good swimmers so she bobbed right up. The bank was too steep and icy for her to scale so there she was frantically pawing and slipping back into the water. Jack Russells are tough which is another good thing. I ran down, reached out and grabbed her collar. One quick yank and she was back on land.
It was the end of the walk. Even though she had to be cold, the only thing I could do is walk her back. Once we were home, I dried her off and wrapped her in a blanket. In a couple of hours, she was dry and warm, the guns had quit and she had returned to neurotically chewing her toys.
Spring is slowly coming. Scruff has had his spring trim. I am ashamed to say that he had some mats and tangles. His hair is fine and grows long. Luckily he's small and pretty much a lover rather than a fighter. He lays on my lap and let me cut away. It's a challenge because his the fine fur is hard to cut straight.
Both of my dogs are ready for the warmer weather. They had baths last night and this morning on their walk pretty much started the process of getting back to a more normal dog smell. There is mud and muck and there are gophers. Dogs don't like smelling pretty.
On the dog stroll this morning, a Rottie was loose. Scruff (who weighs under 10 pounds) ran right over to make friends. Thank goodness, the Rottie was friendly. Patch (my timid Jack Russell and I don't that is an oxymoron) even walked over and exchanged sniffs. Spring must be around the corner.
is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, shining
Dull roots with spring rain. - T.S.Eliot
I'm not sure I know what T.S. meant except for the cruellest part. The little illustration to the left is a pathetic lie. As I look out the window, there's an April shower, alright...a freezing April shower. It is falling on dirty, rotted snow and dead, dull mud. Then it freezes forming a heavy slick layer that makes walking treacherous and driving plain dangerous. April showers, indeed.
The forecast doesn't hold much hope. If it cools down (and it will), the rain will turn to snow. It shouldn't last long at this time of year. My resident forecaster and pessimist assures me that the snow will still be here in the third week of April or maybe longer.
The Canada geese have returned from the south. I saw one couple sitting at the edge of a small, frozen slough- a puddle really. They seemed to be frowning and thinking, "WTF!" There was a female robin in our mountain ash tree last week. We tried to feed her. There's always fish bait (worms) in their gross plastic container in the fridge. She didn't get it. The gophers are doing their best to enjoy what might become spring and a few have already met sad ends as road kill. The deer are in herds, looking for whatever food is appearing from the snow. Pussy willows? Tulips? Crocuses? Don't make me cry. It's going to be a while.
Will spring ever get here? We're hoping. In a little over a month, camping season should be officially underway. May long...everyone gets out the gear for it.
In the meantime, April is the cru
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