Loki and Juno had their first snow, ever yesterday. Juno seemed to like it fine, but Loki really surprised us. He loved it. For a dog afraid to get his footsies wet or walk on metal grates or metal ground covers, he didn't even notice the white stuff was cold or wet. I don't think we need footsies but we definitely need a coat for him for long adventures. Any recommendations readers?
We took the TravelMarx on our usual walk to Morges, where instead of it looking green it looked like this at Independent Park:
"Hey Pop, can we go now?"
Demonstrating how an off-leash heel is done. Loki gives away my secret to how to do it effortlessly:
"What did you say Mom? That if I don't stay by your side that the gypsies will come and take me away to be a workin' dog with no games or treats? I promise not to leave your side!"
"Do you see him Big Boy? The little Jack Russel Terror? I think I like him!"
The dogs spot a little doggie who's eager to say hello. Against our usual "ignore the doggie" behavior, the little doggie instead came right up to us and Loki and him shared a nice hello.
The TravelMarx noted that Loki gained a little weight. Here he shows them it doesn't slow him down.
"I do NOT have junk in my trunk TravelMarx!"
"Ya and I don't even have any Air Jordan's on. So, HA TravelMarx!"
"Princess this white stuff feels so lovely on my apple bottom."
"I don't feel a thing Big Boy. You want some of my floof?"
In town we try to split up to do some errands, but Loki doesn't fall for it. So Mr. Wild Dingo returns after 20 seconds.
"Oh my DAWG! Pop, don't ever leave us again!"
Ya, I think he likes the snow.
What could Princess be pawing for?
"Ya, um not that impressed Mom. Show me some action."
"Give me that tug Yammer Mouth!"
Mark demonstrates how to swing Loki on a tug. The thing is, Loki's gained so much weight I can't swing him like I used to.
"Mom, you'd better hold tight 'cuz nobody wins tug of war with me!"
Juno's turn! "What do you have there? Oh give it to meeeeee."
"That's what I'm talkin' about!"
"Mom, you're an easy mark."
Juno does what huskies do best. She borrows in the snow.
Later, under heavy protests by Mr. Wild Dingo, I insist on trying to drive to Bern. We got about 800 yards before:
Thankfully there were several boys out in the street with shovels. The neighbors came by with some salt for us. After 30 minutes of shoveling and
a couple of pushes we got the car back into the driveway. Twenty francs later, we spend a few hours at home drinking cocoa with the dogs. Later we wandered back into Morges to buy a pair of boots. Yup, I finally got a pair of boots! But the bad news is: I need more than one pair. The good news is: Mr. Wild Dingo is not surprised by this.
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