Snow, Ice, More Snow

My constitutionals have been disasters!

The last few days, ice everywhere. I slip and slide, The Woman has fallen twice, and its impossible to pick up any decent smells.

This morning, once more, everything is covered with a new coating of snow that looks really nice but limits my access to the place I want (i.e., the more expensive shrubberies that the neighbors have). The Woman is going to have to dig me a trail because I ain't walking in stuff that comes up to and over my belly.

And how the hell am I supposed to lift my leg?

"They" say that my ancestors were mountain dogs, able to withstand freezing temperatures and all elements while still not returning when their owners called them. Bully. My ancestors never had to deal with snow like this and personally, I am requesting that we move to somewhere nicer like Cancun, until this continuous deluge stops.

I could handle the beach for a few weeks.


I Am Shiba. I Am Not Amused.