Let it Snow!

Whether to hope it keeps up or stops, that is the question. After all, it IS March 28th yet we seem to be getting a winter’s worth of the white stuff as we speak. It was first announced by my bed buddy, Tucker (aka a “cheeweenie,” or, for those who may never have come across that term before: a chihuahua/dachscund mix). Anyway, Tucker hopped off the bed to head out the doggie door for his morning constitutional and came roaring back about 10 seconds later screaming for me to get up and look outside. “Mom! Mom! It’s snowing!” he yelled, as he raced back out and started bounding through snow deeper than he is tall. Even though Tucker tends toward cold, and wears a jacket most winter days, snow is his favorite thing in the world, and when he’s in it he’s so pumped he doesn’t need anything else to keep him warm.

And so the day went. No deep conversations. Just lots of yelling about the snow. Horses slipping and sliding. Me slipping and sliding too. It’s lovely. It’s fabulous. And, being desert rats (or desert cheeweenies), we need the moisture to get the spring really popping! So yay!