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Running Away From Home

Three Feet High and Rising

December 22nd 2008 6:10 am
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I am not at all philosophical about snow. It is cold and dusty. It gets in my fur and my nose. Then, it gets wet and cold. It is worse than rain. My toes are cold. My nose is cold, my ears are cold.

We experienced what Mommy called a "blizzard" this weekend. That means that snow started falling from the sky on Friday and didn't stop until Sunday night. Now the snow is all over the ground stacked up much taller than a largish schnauzer like myself. Mommy has brought out her skis again. She puts them on her feet and slides through the snow. This is how she must visit the bees, whose little hive is practically submerged in the cold, powdery, wet substance.

To make matters oh so much worse, I committed an act of dietary indiscretion. I am suffering from gastric discomfort. This means I am now on the "bland food plan" and can not enjoy ham in the morning when Daddy makes his sandwich. I do get rice and chicken, though, which is tasty.

Today is the birthday of Giacomo Puccini, my favorite composer of operas. It is also the first day of Hanukkah. Diggy always enjoyed Hanukkah because it means kosher dachshund sausages and latkes. Talk about dietary indiscretion, Diggy was the king.

Mommy is trying to coax me to go outside into that snow for a walk! What is she thinking? I am not leaving my puffy bed until that snow goes away.


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