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Outside MHA; Sunday Afternoon [03/27].
Mar. 25th, 2018 12:52 pmSnowbound with a new puppy and no electricity.
Yeah, Rosa's weekend was great, how was yours?
Arlo 2 was restless as hell, dancing and prancing in front of the balcony windows, barking and wagging her tail when she looked eagerly at Rosa and barked again, pranced, put her paws up on the window, pranced some more.
"Trust me, girl," Rosa informed her. "You do not want to go out there."
...but then she started to whine. The barking, the prancing, Rosa could handle. But once that stupid little dog plopped her stupid little butt down and gave her the largest, saddest eyes ever and started to whimper...
"Goddammit."
Rosa got up, reaching for a sweater. And a hoodie. And a coat. "Okay," she said, then reaching for the leash, "but remember. I warned you."
So she and the dog were going outside, the dog practically ready to explode from excitement, and almost the exact moment they stepped outside, Arlo 2 made a break for the large embankment of snow that had collected right outside the door. And, just as quickly as she'd jumped into it, Arlo 2 learned a very important lesson that snow was a whole hell of a lot colder and wetter and softer than it initially looked.
And a puppy-shaped hole in the otherwise perfectly rounded snowbank was the funniest thing Rosa had seen in a while. She didn't even feel bad for laughing, until that first whimper and the sound of struggle came from deep within the hole. "Alright, alright, you big dummy," she said lovingly, as she waded into the bank to try to help her out. "Lesson learned."
Funny thing, though, about snow and wiggling puppies. They could even take a former ballerina and current sort-of ninja down with surprising ease, and a few seconds later, there was a Rosa-shaped hole in the snow as well and she had a newfound sympathy for how difficult it had been for Arlo 2 to get out.
Yup. Great weekend. At one point, Rosa just stopped trying to get up out of the snowbank for a moment and just stared at the sky, hating everything.
[[and, yeah, it's open. And she's out of the snow, but still hanging out freezing to death because her dog is a dork and still playing in it ]]
Yeah, Rosa's weekend was great, how was yours?
Arlo 2 was restless as hell, dancing and prancing in front of the balcony windows, barking and wagging her tail when she looked eagerly at Rosa and barked again, pranced, put her paws up on the window, pranced some more.
"Trust me, girl," Rosa informed her. "You do not want to go out there."
...but then she started to whine. The barking, the prancing, Rosa could handle. But once that stupid little dog plopped her stupid little butt down and gave her the largest, saddest eyes ever and started to whimper...
"Goddammit."
Rosa got up, reaching for a sweater. And a hoodie. And a coat. "Okay," she said, then reaching for the leash, "but remember. I warned you."
So she and the dog were going outside, the dog practically ready to explode from excitement, and almost the exact moment they stepped outside, Arlo 2 made a break for the large embankment of snow that had collected right outside the door. And, just as quickly as she'd jumped into it, Arlo 2 learned a very important lesson that snow was a whole hell of a lot colder and wetter and softer than it initially looked.
And a puppy-shaped hole in the otherwise perfectly rounded snowbank was the funniest thing Rosa had seen in a while. She didn't even feel bad for laughing, until that first whimper and the sound of struggle came from deep within the hole. "Alright, alright, you big dummy," she said lovingly, as she waded into the bank to try to help her out. "Lesson learned."
Funny thing, though, about snow and wiggling puppies. They could even take a former ballerina and current sort-of ninja down with surprising ease, and a few seconds later, there was a Rosa-shaped hole in the snow as well and she had a newfound sympathy for how difficult it had been for Arlo 2 to get out.
Yup. Great weekend. At one point, Rosa just stopped trying to get up out of the snowbank for a moment and just stared at the sky, hating everything.
[[and, yeah, it's open. And she's out of the snow, but still hanging out freezing to death because her dog is a dork and still playing in it ]]
