When Miss Sadie and the Cowboy woke me up this morning, the predicted blizzard was here. We went out to get the paper. So far, so good: my Record-Eagle was in its bright green holder. Dean Peters must drive a tank. I headed back to the house, assuming that the prospect of breakfast would bring the dogs right along with me. Ha. They frolicked. I trudged. They hid. I found.
They hared along cross-country to foil pursuit. I tracked them, climbing uphill puffing and cussing, getting my Record-Eagle wet, grabbing a small tree to haul myself up, shaking all the snow off the tree and down my neck. Eventually I caught up to them, as they’d wrapped their leash around a tree.
I should have been wearing my snowpants, but I was still in my flannel nightgown, which is too short. I had snow down my neck, snow in my pockets, snow all over my camera, and snow in my too-short black booties.
I returned to the Writing Studio and Bait Shop grimly triumphant, dogs in tow. The Cowboy spent the balance of the morning chewing off his snowball collection.
It is still snowing, but it could be worse. Bruce Laidlaw writes that Ann Arbor is having rain and 50 mph winds. I believe I need a nap.
Torch Lake Views 
katherine
December 9, 2009
That made me laugh…. sounds so familiar. I’ve only one dog though.
Gerry
December 9, 2009
I find it advisable to have two dogs about the place. That way when it gets really cold I can throw another one on the bed.
Cindy Lou
December 10, 2009
With four dogs of my own, I know the feeling! Poor you in your jammies though…the thought of it did make me smile! :} Stay warm!
Gerry
December 10, 2009
We are burning maple logs at a great rate. Also propane and calories, though the latter probably not at the rate we would wish. You stay warm too!
Beth Toner
December 10, 2009
OMG. Dogs do NOT understand “I’m still in my nightgown.” I shivered just looking at that photo, and laughed even harder about the snowballs.
Stay safe & warm.
Gerry
December 10, 2009
I must say the only part of me that got cold was my ankles. I was moving about fairly briskly in pursuit of the Duo, and over my nightgown I wore a coat that looks like nothing so much as a giant black down comforter.
p.j. grath
December 10, 2009
A two-dog night?
Gerry, I love the way you use words: “snown,” “hared.” Just your post title gave me a good smile. Thanks!
Gerry
December 10, 2009
Yes indeed, a two-dog night, and up to four when both the grand-dogs were visiting. The late lamented Fred was a particularly fine warmer.
I am glad you have a finely-honed appreciation for idiosyncracy.
centria
December 10, 2009
It hath snown! ha ha… Love the night gown, Gerry. Cute! PS quite often I put Grandma’s snowmobile suit over jammies. It works out well.
Gerry
December 10, 2009
I wish my Grandma had bequeathed me a snowmobile suit. As it is, I must make do with the wonderful little wicker rocker she received for her fourth birthday.
I do have nice insulated snowpants. I have been known to pull those on under the nightgown. That makes quite an effect too.
Preston Surface
December 10, 2009
What a wonderful pleasant adventure you had. Your photos are simply great, but I must admit your writing simply knocks me off my feet.
Gerry
December 10, 2009
Preston, I blush! But I fear it is not the writing but the icy conditions. I recommend YakTrax.