Our dog the cottonball

So we had a very large snowstorm recently--two feet here in Springfield. While I was very sick, Anne was a total trooper and went out and shovelled quite a bit during the storm so that on Sunday we only had to do a bit of work to be ready to leave our neighborhood when we got the chance. Zeldie had seen snow once before, but this time was very different. She absolutely loved playing it in for a while. At about noon, when the snow was about a foot, we went out with our neighbor Julie to the tennis courts to let Zeldie play around. She was running around, digging and eating the snow while we threw snow on her to get her riled up. This picture is from the end of the playtime, where the snow was almost completely covering her.

The problem arose later after the snow ended that evening. By that time, the show was up to her head. She didn't like that quite as much, as she had to essentially plow through the snow. She sorta crowd-surfed/hopped through the snow, which took quite a bit of effort. One big issue for her was that she couldn't find a place to poop. She didn't mind peeing in the snow, but she really wanted a piece of grond to poop on, and of course with two feet of snow everywhere, she couldn't smell that the ground was down there. She was walking with her head down sniffing for a good 10 minutes. Finally, on the middle of Hunter Village Drive, which is normally a fairly busy road next to our condo, she did her business. What a relief I am sure for her...