It’s been described as treacherous, as “snowmageddon”, hazardous, deadly and formidable.
If you are thinking New England’s two weeks of record temps and snows, then you would be perfectly wrong! It’s Shreveport and it has brought the city to a stand still. Schools are closed and even some businesses. Now in fairness, we just aren’t accustomed to inclement weather of the frozen precipitation variety. It looked like snow and it smelled like snow, but when I applied the old adage : “If it looks like a duck, quacks like a duck …” it must be a duck (snow)! I was WRONG! There really is an “ice cap” over everything. Two inches on our outdoor tables! And yes, it is treacherous. Our house has a front terrace and a back terrace. Having had three other bull terriers before me, my family has what is called “Bully Park” in the back yard, though these days it is enjoyed only by Henry St. James and Miss Biscuit. Naturally, I think that the name should be changed to “Hound Park” because I am not allowed to play in there. ( It’s that ridiculous turtle hunting issue) but I digress… Dad has to walk out across the back terrace to let the dogs into Bully Park, so he had already put out sand/salt to make a path. Mom, on the other paw, got this idea that because I prefer the front lawn, that she should scrape a path through the ice cap on the tile terrace, down the two front limestone steps and across the cement driveway to the grass. (INFORMATIONAL TIDBIT: The limestone was the slickest.) I’m embarrassed to say, but she worked out there with a non shovel implement. (I mean who clears ice with a Swifter?? A Swifter??? SHEESH, we won’t go there! And yes, we DO have a shovel!) But, Mom did it the hard way because she didn’t want to go to the basement.
She first put out a bit of salt -to start the melt down – and then scraped her way out to the grass. All in all it took only about 30 minutes, though it would have taken less time if Dad had done it, but Mom wanted to do it herself- and they call ME bullheaded???
I think she has said she had something called “cabin fever”. I will give her credit, as she did a pretty good job considering her choice of tools. All of this falderal surfaced because Mom’s friends were telling her that their dogs wouldn’t venture out. SHEESH! When have I NOT been the exception to the proverbial rule?? After the path clearing and re-salting, I was stuffed into my Martha Stewart bone patterned jacket, which Mom says emphasizes my rakish good looks.My English lead was slipped over my head, secured, and we were off to brave the elements. The double door opened and voila! It looked and felt like it did under our Christmas tree during my holiday photo shoot with the faux snow-just colder! I was in my element! I avoided the cleared path (Mom stayed on it by the Grace of God) and charged out to the sleet covered grass.
I snorted, I spun and then I made a yellow ice masterpiece- it was genius! However, for some reason, Mom refused to photograph my urinary work of art. SHEESH!
Suddenly it started to rain, which is my Achilles heel. I turned around and put it in four paw drive and headed to the door. Did you know that Mom can slalom?
Now it’s sleeting again, very hard, but I’m lying on the sofa in the library, in front of a fire.
Can you spell “MUNCHIES”?