May Day could be rough.
Stand right here. Come on, we’re tough.
Parkas make warm friends.
Why do humans sweat the small stuff?
I was having a winter melt down this week when my frost bitten garage door wouldn’t budge, and I needed to get to work.
It really wasn’t a big deal, but for a couple of minutes it sure seemed like it.
Once I calmed down some, I realized I didn’t have to call in ‘sick.’ I just needed to phone in ‘stuck’ for a while with a big old piece of frozen wood.
Perhaps our dogs are smarter.
Like my handsome man Rex here who amused himself grooming his spiked mohawk while I donned my dirty dog haired covered jacket for a trip to the vet this morning.
Winter hasn’t exactly been a cake walk for him either.
Rex has slipped on the ice more than I have.
And my tenacious terrier Tuck decided to pierce Rex’s left ear one dark and stormy night over a fallen people cracker.
Even though a tiny earring would look pretty cool with Rex’s renegade mohawk, the vet and I nixed the idea as his ears are paper thin.
Anyway boys will be boys, and these boys will be forever more dining alone in their crates.
After passing his annual medical exam with flying colors of dog treats and high fives, Rex and I left for a little nerf ball/football in a nearby park.
As I opened my trunk to grab his toy, I saw it was empty.
It seemed I’d dropped the ball the weekend before when we were in a different dog park.
I felt bad for my tiny quarterback as we continued back home.
But it seems Rex is more resilient than me.
He bounded right out of his car seat and jumped on down. Then he started nudging our favorite decaying pumpkin by the back door towards the yard with his nose.
We’ve been using that orange frozen door stop on our most blustery days to keep the back screen door silent.
Though one day we did try to use it for snow bowling with mixed results.
I started wondering was Rex thinking of maybe trying a game of soccer?
Even though it is Super Bowl weekend I do know football on TV does make him sleepy.
Or maybe it’s all the commercials.
Anyway, I kicked the pumpkin back towards him for a while after his little nose would nudge it over to me.
And then I think I caught Rex smile.
Oh, what a game we had!
And what a sport is he.
And to think…we didn’t even sweat.