Leigh Costello
12-04-2008, 10:55 PM
Well, our first snow fell Saturday night into Sunday morning. 2.5" of pure white, perfect for snowballs. The snowy silence of Sunday morning, then Mass, then home again for bacon and pancakes and fresh blackberry syrup simmered to perfection. Ahhh... Then outside to enjoy the first snow of the season (which was considerably more than the predicted .5").
So, with gloves on the snowball making began-for about a minute. We have 3 dogs, 3 cats, 1 horse and untold wildlife that wanders through our yard. And they leave behind little deposits of their passing. Which can be totally concealed by snow, but discovered in many ways. Especially if I am walking quickly downhill to lob a snowball in front of my frolicking dog.
I slipped, I slid and made a very un-graceful path down the hill. And on my way down, I apparantly found some of the little reminders on my boot and, dare I say, my butt. But, no worries, I didn't smell anything and my dog wasn't saying a thing. Hubby and daughter were in the house enjoying Rams football;).
After playing with the dogs I went inside and let my four-legged friends in. I went right to the laser in the shop and began filling some orders. Then I smelled something. Nope, no doodoo there, or there or there or there. Must be my imagination. My boots were outside the door so couldn't be that. Still smelled it. Hmmm, where could it be? Lasered wood doesn't smell like that.
So I scolded the dogs for pooping in the house. They looked at me with their usual "who me?" faces. Then it suddenly occurred to me that I might have some on me. And boy did I! I tore off the jeans and tossed them out the door-I hate poop. And ran upstairs to get a shower and fresh clothes.
I like the snow, but not what lies beneath!
So, with gloves on the snowball making began-for about a minute. We have 3 dogs, 3 cats, 1 horse and untold wildlife that wanders through our yard. And they leave behind little deposits of their passing. Which can be totally concealed by snow, but discovered in many ways. Especially if I am walking quickly downhill to lob a snowball in front of my frolicking dog.
I slipped, I slid and made a very un-graceful path down the hill. And on my way down, I apparantly found some of the little reminders on my boot and, dare I say, my butt. But, no worries, I didn't smell anything and my dog wasn't saying a thing. Hubby and daughter were in the house enjoying Rams football;).
After playing with the dogs I went inside and let my four-legged friends in. I went right to the laser in the shop and began filling some orders. Then I smelled something. Nope, no doodoo there, or there or there or there. Must be my imagination. My boots were outside the door so couldn't be that. Still smelled it. Hmmm, where could it be? Lasered wood doesn't smell like that.
So I scolded the dogs for pooping in the house. They looked at me with their usual "who me?" faces. Then it suddenly occurred to me that I might have some on me. And boy did I! I tore off the jeans and tossed them out the door-I hate poop. And ran upstairs to get a shower and fresh clothes.
I like the snow, but not what lies beneath!