Today Nutmeg and I decided to go for a walk. I had a roasted chicken in the oven and twenty minutes to spare.
We head down the nicely plowed road. (See picture #2) Everyone left earlier to snowshoe and go sledding. Then we heard family members off in the distance so we decided to go see what they were doing. The trial was sort of clear.
At first I think to myself this is a bad idea. You don’t have your snow shoes on. But then Nut and I look at each other and say, “we’ve got this”. We didn’t. The snow was up to my thigh at one point, then improved. We kept going. In places it was up to my knee.
Now if your thinking about Nut, she was alright but looking up at me screaming, “Abort!”.
So as I turn to leave I couldn’t not see Nut. She was no where. I’m looking in trees, down the trail, and even in front of me. Nothing. I start screaming for her I feel something scratching my leg, as I look down there she was. She had positioned herself between my feet to not fall in the snow.
We finally make it to the road. Nut only fell in one more time. We survived. We came home and I gave her a whole treat. She’s a happy girl.
I got myself an orange. I look over and there she is…..fast a sleep. Snoring as loud as an old man.
2. My little Nut the #shihtzu
3. I’m wearing #stegerboots and they give me courage because I’m not cold.
4. The trail on our way out. This is the point where Nut and I see salvation and think we won’t die after all.
note ::: no pictures on Nut covered in snow because….well…PETA scares me. I’m a good pet owner, ask anyone.