I got up this morning to a skiff of snow on the cars and the roof of the house next door. It has been flurrying all morning and the evergreens look lightly frosted. And, Shane, went out and came in with snowflakes on his back. We all gathered around him and he had no idea why we were all marveling at his back. Then he shook himself, melted snowflakes flying. I don’t know if he has connected the white things floating down with the wetness on his back but it may get interesting.
We had a very hot summer and so I don’t think he truly realized he was not in Texas anymore. Fall has been warm for us. But now we have snow. Last week end when the temperature dropped, Der Bingle remarked that the one with the big furry coat was running to the car at the fairgrounds with no prompting.
We have had years when Quentin had to wade into drifts to rescue Little Ann and lend a hand to Sydney. What will Shane think if we have a nice deep snow? You know, when my dad was alive and he and Miss Alice went out in the winter, he would clear a path for her. They’d bundle up and go on one of their walks and people would wonder who was walking whom. if you asked him, he would say, “Well, she doesn’t walk so much as she sniffs and moseys around.” He always had a rope on her so she could wander but be under his control (HA). One time he dropped the rope as an experiment and she came over and picked it up and put it back in his hand.
Aw, rats, I’m choking up.