Monday, December 19, 2011

Snowy surprise


I woke up to a bit of snow on Sunday morning, which was something of a surprise. On Saturday afternoon, snow showers were the order of the day, but the snow was so fine I could only see it against a background of dark green spruces. By late evening, the snow showers seemed over, and I even saw a few stars when I ran the dogs outside for the last time.

So I was not expecting to wake up to a pretty little dusting of snow the next morning. Fearing the snow would not last through the morning, I took this photo before the day was well lit, and the snow still threatened to obscure the western mountain. The dogs were just as excited as I was, more so actually.

My dogs forget everything they have ever learned when they see snow. They forget their names, let alone any of those tedious commands I spend so much time trying to teach them. The term “domesticated” does not apply to them when snow is on the ground. They turn wild as quickly as I turn off a light switch, wolfishly dipping their noses into the white stuff and racing along a trail. They are shocked, dumbfounded even, when they reach the end of the long lead and are forced to a neck-rattling stop, leaving me with a sore arm. Truly, snow makes them feral.

I, myself, am too domesticated to turn feral so quickly. I need a couple of days, at least.

Perhaps some would disagree.

4 comments:

John "By Stargoose And Hanglands" said...

Used to work on a farm in my youth, the pigs always went crazy if it started snowing - what was so remarkable was that they were kept indoors, but still they somehow sensed what was happening outside.

Carolyn H said...

John: how funny about the pigs. My dad used to raise them when he was a kid. I'll have to ask him if he remembers the pigs going nuts when it snowed.

Woodswalker said...

Glad to know about other folks -- and critters -- who just love snow. Hope we get some soon.

Scott said...

We just had one minor flurry--it could hardly have even been called a flurry it was so short--here east of you on the Piedmont on Saturday afternoon. Keep that white stuff over there with you!