Winter was particularly ruff for my little handsome man, Rex.
Life in the snow belt is often a cruel and slippery slope.
And this year even more so for a 7 pound pup who hails from Alabama.
Rex is typically a trooper, but the towering ice coated snow drifts were already wearing him down by the time a mid April blizzard hit.
My boy grew anxious, chewing on his dog tags in frustration.
But Rex is doing better now.
He has returned to his cozy loveseat on the sun porch where he naps to the cardinals’ spring serenade each day after breakfast.
Though I do catch an open eye on occasion. Rex remains very focused on the one remaining snowdrift next to our shady garage.
My little watch dog wants to make sure it continues to melt.
For that matter, so do I.
Monday morning blues.
With fresh snow they choose to snooze.
Dreaming spring might come.
Did I miss spring?
I so rarely forget.
Still with snow on it’s way,
we’re getting more than just wet.
Perhaps I should dream of those springs long ago,
when we never had to worry about frostbite on our toes.
“Some bunny thinks she’s the Easter bunny,” I told my tiny pup Junie B. this morning.
She responded with a little snort and what looked to be a laugh.
We’d awakened not too bright and early to the sounds of snow plows sailing down our street after yet another snow storm.
Junie B. was thinking we should start our Easter Party today after tearing open a bag of Easter basket goodies.
“What do you think about going to the sunrise Easter service tomorrow morning down at the beach?” I asked her. “It could be a little chilly with that 12 degree low by morning.”
I don’t know if Junie B. understood me.
But I do know for sure that Junie B. growled as she ran back to the crate and quickly slammed the door.
I think our long winter may be getting the best of both of us.
And believe me that’s no April Fool’s joke.
Snow and ice aren’t very nice,
once thoughts have moved to spring.
Still sleeping in can be a win,
such warmth those blankets bring.
Today was our 24th morning with below zero temps.
The weather’s getting old, both for me and my handsome man Rex.
Midwestern winters can get a lot worse than this one, still we both knew we needed to shake off our sour attitudes some.
Rex grabbed his napping brother Tucker’s letter jacket for an early Valentine’s date at our favorite coffee and crepe shop.
We immediately knew we’d scored a win as we walked in the door and smelled the sweet scents from the oven.
Though my glasses were steamed up as I approached the counter, I could see there was one chocolate chip cookie left just for us though Rex preferred the long, thin crispy wafer that came with our cappuccino.
Rex was attracting more than a few smiles in spite of a mohawk that’s gone radically rogue. In fact, I even thought I caught him winking back at a couple of stylish young ladies at the next table glancing his direction.
But then a slightly older, smiling woman walked up to us and said, “Oh, but I can tell he’s a good boy. In fact, a VERY good boy! I can see it in his eyes.”
Suddendly Rex looked up at me for a moment and gave me some sweet and gentle kisses on my hand.
I warmly nodded at the woman and told her, “Oh, yes. This loving Valentine is most definitely a winner.”
Winter wears her charms.
At two below, with fresh snow.
Warms cold hearts and souls.