The dog , or as Sami calls him “The Dogue” (rhymes with vogue) is not happy. How long can a little dog hold it in anyway? After the weekend snowfall, we did shovel a space for him on the deck and down the steps onto the patio so that at least you could push his unwilling little ass out there for a while. Things were ok until the sun melted the overhanging snow and icicles enough to make them fall off. I think the dog got clocked by it while he was waiting to get back inside because all of a sudden he outright refused to go anywhere near the back door. He dug in like a tri-colored mule and would not be commanded, coerced, pulled or pushed.
Now we have to put him on a leash and take him out via the front door and even so, he is not having any of it. Here he is during an unproductive outing, only interested in trying to see over the top of the snow. We cleared the landing and the steps last night and another heavy wet 3″ fell while we slept. In a cold, dark house with no power. The novelty is wearing off.
Also, my hair salon ignominiously canceled my foil highlights appointment scheduled for this morning. Well, it’s Las Vegas that’s going have to suffer, not me. I won’t have to look at 2″ of dark roots next week.
UPDATE – Later that same day: