Snow. And more snow.

Well this past week has been QUITE the adventure.  Nova Scotia has been experiencing one snow storm after another.  I hear there is a warrant out for the groundhog.  My human's work was closed Monday, Tuesday and Thursday - all due to stormy weather.   And all of this snow has presented us canines with a unique problem not encountered in warm climates.  Excuse the topic - but it's a reality...where and how does one poop in two feet of snow?  It is a dilemma.  Really.  It is.  Elroy likes to leap in the snow and has figured out that if he races back and forth he can create a channel in which to make his deposit.  However, the snow is WAY too deep for Frodo and I - so we search out locations in the plowed driveway, where we can not-so-discretely leave our deposits.  There is no shame or modesty  in this behavior - ya gotta do what ya gotta do.  Personally, I prefer to at least go CLOSE to a snowbank. Frodo - he'll go anywhere.   Now SOME good humans will actually snowblow paths for their dogs on the lawn.  Not only do these paths serve as washroom locations, they also serve as runways.   My human, and many will find this hard to believe, does not own a snowblower.  She relies on her trusty plow guy to rescue us after every storm and she is quite adept at knowing how to use a shovel.  I haven't convinced her yet that she should shovel paths on the lawn....

When we went out during the 45 times that my human was shoveling this past week, Frodo and I raced around the plowed driveway.  It is kind of like having a fence around our yard now - the piles are so high.  Elroy on the other hand, believes that climbing to the TOP of the snow piles is THE best thing to do.  He thinks he is the Lion King. ...

And then he lies in wait for an unsuspecting PON. 

We pretend we don't see him, just to humor him.  Then he races down, tries to grab our tails (good luck with mine - it's short) and then he races back up to the top of the hill. 

My human tries desperately to take photos of the three of us in the snow. She got this one during one of our outings. This is early in the snowy week, shortly after our plow guy had been by.

And then she got this photo. 

She posted that photo on some non-Polish Lowland or Picard "photo" Facebook page and get this - it got over 1,000 "likes".  People want to know what breeds we are.  Everybody says how cute we are.  How sweet.  How adorable.  How innocent.  I guess  they don't read my blog.  Ya can't judge a sweet, wind blown cute face by its cover.  Someone  said we looked like we were channeling our inner wolves.  Sure.  Except for the part where we have to hunt for our food.  Having it served up in a bowl is quite acceptable to us.  We'll chase a bunny.  But eat it?  Ewwwwww.

It looks like this weekend it STORM-FREE.  And no snow forecast for the next few days.  The problem is, it's hard for us dogs to walk in the deep snow.  Now THERE'S a money making scheme.  Doggy snow shoes.  Excuse me while I go and draft my business plan....

Have a good one!