Frito Vs. The Snow

Frito vs. the snow

It doesn’t take much snow to cover over Frito’s head, so this last snowstorm that blew through here made our backyard into an arctic tundra that threatened to completely obliterate poor Frito once and for all. I made a mental note to shovel an area outside our back door so she would have the space to do her business, but it just kept snowing and blowing and I never got around to it.

Turns out, she loves snow. The deeper, the better. I guess, descending from Tibet like her breed does, some genetic code kicked in and she sat at the door, begging to go back out.

I see more snow out there!

OK, she didn’t really ‘sit’ at the door…more like, she stood scratching at the door…

Just like my kids, she romped and romped in the snow…and then when it was time to come in she realized that she was freaking cold and the whining started….from dog and kids alike. Kids got hot chocolate, dog got a chew toy and a rubdown with a towel. But before I did that, I had to snap a picure of her ‘snow pants’…the snow got all rolled up in her hair and created this massively huge snowball all around her legs. I’ve never seen anything like it!

snow pants

She just kept giving me this look, even when I was trying to rub all the snow off (which was impossible, since it had become little ice balls). Sometimes I feel like Frito has no time for my kind of crazy. Isn’t that what you get from that look?!