And Now, Just in Time For Your Afternoon Lull, Dogs! In Snow!
Posted on December 10, 2013 Posted by John Scalzi 17 Comments
Two neighbor dogs wandered over to play with Daisy, and oh! What fun they had in the snow. I thought it might cheer up your afternoon to see them at full frolic.
Aww they look so happy. Of course they don’t have to shovel the walks or driveway. (Grin)
Great picture. Thanks for brightening my day. :D
What, the cat gets left out of the fun?
It does cheer me up a bit, actually. Thanks.
They’re looking out from the window, judging.
Yeah, judging that the dogs are blinkin’ crazy — cats hate snow. (Except for Maine Coons, and they’re just weird.)
Dogs in snow! On ice! On steroids! Twerking with Miley Cyrus!
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I was going to write
What! NO CATS! IN SNOW!
but Scorpius (if that’s your real name) summed it up just as well.
Nice pictures! That’s one thing I miss living in California–the simple joy of seeing my dogs playing in the snow. My old girl (may she rest in peace) loved it, but her younger successors are all Californians born and bred. I sometimes amuse myself wondering what Wiley (my neurotic little Kelpie) would do if confronted with snow.
Of course, no cats in the snow. Snow is (1) wet, (2) cold. Pragmatic species that they are, cats are not going to intentionally get wet (!) and cold unless there’s a really big payoff involved.
[Deleted because it has absolutely nothing to do with dogs, in snow. JVP, you know better — JS]
The happiest I’ve ever seen a dog was the first time my poodle/maltese mix played in the snow. It was like a small furry tornado leaving a trail of exploded snow in its wake.
One of our two cats is my rescue adopted before I moved to Texas. He loved playing in the Northern Virginia snow. One of the many reasons I named him after a famous dog. I don’t think his foster brother, the domestic Somali/coon rescue my partner brought to the family, has ever even seen snow.
Dog on patrol! In the snow! Dogs marching off to do serious dog stuff in the snow!
A delightful photo; wish you could’ve gotten some video and posted that.
A few of my cats over the years loved playing in the snow. My current pair sometimes insist on going out when the snow is fresh and new. Then they come back inside with a zillion mini-snowballs clinging to their bellies (they’re both medium-hairs), and complain when the snow melts and their tummies get all cold and wet. (Oscar loves being toweled off; Jeannie, not so much.)
What I wonder, about dogs and cats alike, is how why they don’t notice their feet are freezing. They sure notice when they step in something they don’t like. Those pads must be pretty insulative.
Thank you, that DID cheer me up. :)
My greyhound loved to run in and through the snow, which was weird since she didn’t have any fur on her tummy.
This picture reminds me of my first dog – half German Shepherd and half Labrador Retriever. He was terrified of what we called ‘wild water’ – rain.. puddles.. the swimming pool. But oh boy did he love snow! Especially deep snow. Even when he was old, and a little cranky, if it snowed, he would find his inner puppy again. Thanks John… for this really good memory.
I believe that I started “Dogs in snow! On ice! On steroids” and then veered into an unrelated “… walked into a bar” joke I had just composed 30 seconds earlier. Point taken.