Cooper is a Southern dog. He was picked up as a stray in Nashville, Tennessee and thrown in the slammer. Foster Dad and I busted him out, and he’s been living with us in our home for the past year. Cooper has never left the state, and has certainly never seen snow.
All that changed on our Christmas trip to Ohio. Ohio got hit with a crazy snow storm the day after Christmas, and we could not wait to get the dogs out into the snow to see how they’d like it. Oscar has seen snow before, but not to this extent. This was that
miserable nice heavy, wet, big-flake snow that accumulates in inches with a quickness and sticks to every surface it touches. Miserable to drive through, but beautiful to look at and wicked fun to play in.
Luckily for the boys, Ohioans are used to this sort of weather event and were not impressed. Most people did what any
sane normal person would do, and hunkered down inside with a bottle of bourbon. But not us, oh no sir – we had very important business to conduct. We had to introduce a Southern dog to SNOW!
We found a deserted tennis court, and after doing a perimeter check to make sure all the gates were secure, we unclipped leashes and let ‘em at it.
They. Had. A. BLAST!
The boys already think that Foster Dad hung the moon, but after that day their admiration for him reached new heights when he came up with a new Most Fun Game in the World Ever – catching snow balls.
Foster Dad and I haven’t had this much fun watching the dogs play since the Mud Bowl.
The boys could have been out there all day, but remember how I mentioned that the snow was super wet and heavy? Yeaaaaaaah that means it melted as soon as it hit me and Foster Dad, leaving us soaking wet and freezing. So after about 30 minutes we called it a day, but it was plenty enough time to wear the fur-kids out substantially.
And what’s the best part about getting completely tuckered out in the freezing cold? Snuggling up on a cozy warm hotel bed for a nap.
So in summary, according to the boys…SNOW = FUN!