Winston and the Weather
I have been getting a lot of emails concerning my description of weather in North Dakota, and it is to my chagrin that you guys have reminded me that there is another person in our family who is also facing the harsh reality of forced acclimation to a new climate- our puppy! In fact, even though he is a delicate English gentledog, he has the heartiness of his ancestors and has kept a stiff upper lip in the face of the meanest adversity. But it has been tough for him, considering he has the most unpleasant toilet that anyone can imagine!
Now Winston is no stranger to snow- we did get a bit the winter we got him: and he enjoyed frolicking on Port Meadow in the quarter inch of snow that we received. The temperatures never got to far below 0 degrees Celsius, and I would say the snow fall was all around idyllic! When snow first started falling here, he was a bit bemused, and was interested in it, and liked to play in it- but when the temperatures kept falling, he started getting less and less interested in going outside! In fact, now we can get him in and out without us even managing to get on the porch, he is so quick! He shoots down the stairs, takes care of his business and is back at the door as quick as a wink. Interested in walks? No way! He much prefers tearing around the house with Annie, and cuddling on the couch or sitting on top of the heat vents in the bathroom or in the dining room!
He has in fact, managed to perfect his crazy dance- this is the dance that happens when the wind blows under his tail. I have mentioned that the wind here is pretty malevolent- and as proof, even the dogs can feel it! Winston tries to keep his tail down, but there is one occasion on which he must be outside with his tail up… Needless to say if the wind blows hard on his behind, he takes off, doing this crazy greyhound run in circles that is as pitiful as it is amusing. The result is that we have to coerce him to poop as he is afraid of a very refreshing breeze…
But Winston is adapting. He can stand on two legs and then switch them quickly so as to not have all his paws freezing to the ground at once. He has learned not to lick metal outside (he has a nice scar on his nose from that incident), and he always comes when he is called, less the door be closed when he shows up.
Things are looking up for him, however! This weekend the temperature went above freezing (a whole 38 degrees!) and Winston was out running in the melting snow, investigating the scents he could now smell and thinking that he might have to start being walked again. We got out his red ball as a warm weather treat, and he even dived right into a snow drift to get it (he needed an hour on the heat vent to get over that, but he was thrilled to see his red ball for the first time this winter!) Unfortunately this week in went back into the negatives, and the wind is worse than ever- sorry buddy, we’ll have to wait until March for that walk!
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