I had no idea dogs could enjoy snow like mine do. During the recent heavy snowfall, Petey and Babe were like children: in and out, in and out. I opened the front door at least 10 times in one hour, and finally said, "Enough!"
We went to the head of the lake yesterday afternoon...
It interests me that, more times than not, Petey is always in the lead. He's the younger of the two, and smaller, but what he lacks in maturity and size he makes up for with personality and attitude. Babe tolerates A LOT from Petey, but when she's had enough, she doesn't hesitate to let him know. I used to try to manage all of that, but finally decided to let them sort out whatever they needed to sort out. They have, and they now adore each other.
I soon learned the phrase, "A good dog is a tired dog," when Petey was only a few months old. Before Petey, I had a compliant, easy-going, obedient Aussie. I expected the same from my new pup Petey, a terrier. NOT! Fortunately, he was given to me in the winter, and I learned that this bundle of amplified energy could easily run it off in snow- the deeper the better. So though I've enjoyed the summer greenery, I've been looking forward to another winter of the white training material that makes him more teachable.
Another quirk of this 11 pounds of canine energy is he "likes to get something started." That is, he'll nip at the heels of Babe or me or another dog, or a cat, or a deer... he'll do whatever it takes to get "the chase" on. He loves to chase and be chased.
When Babe was first added to our family, she took offense to Petey's antics. But now she "gets it" and is into the game. My capacity for laughter has expanded since gaining these two.
While they are romping about, this is what I'm looking for:
Peace and beauty. I love snowscapes...
It's time to head home and the dogs are reluctant to load up.
"Can we do it again, Mom?"
Dogs. Gotta lov'em:)