Hey, my peeps. Ella here. Just popping my Fraggle head out from beneath my fur robe to tell you that I am, indeed, alive despite the heaping mounds of snow piling up around me.
It was touch and go there for awhile.
You see, Mom and Dad insisted on
admitting me to canine jail shipping me off to the groomer and letting her shave me last week. Why they would do something as ludicrous as this in the dead of winter is beyond me. I hope you’ve currently paused reading my prose to step away from your computer to call Child Protective Services. Unfortunately, my paws are not adept at dialing on an iPhone.
So when the temperature dipped down to 12 earlier this week, I was shivering like a Chihuahua. Mom and Dad even forced me to wear this hideous sweater. I mean, PINK? C’mon. I’m no girly girl.
I followed them around and woofed angrily and made it crystal clear I was not happy with this arrangement. So Mom wrapped me up in a blanket instead, and I gave her some massive side eye in return.
But I digress. Because days later, things were finally looking up.
Then, out of nowhere, softball-sized flakes began to pour out of the sky, and I was itching to get out and play in it all. This is what it looked like come 12:30pm. Our yard never looked better if you ask me.
But Mom limited my time to five minutes per go because my tight haircut means I traded my ewok status for that of Jar Jar Binks (i.e. I’M PRACTICALLY NAKED).
Mom is the worst. I kind of hate her right now.
I stared out the window longingly at the cotton forming pillow-y mounds on my turf, and every so often she’d oblige me by opening the door and allowing a quick loop around the perimeter.
And I definitely made use of my precious minutes outside every time she let me loose. I mean, not to ruffle my own feathers—er, hypoallergenic coat that supermodels only dream of possessing—but I’m a bit of a speed demon, a former track star in my younger days.
OK, so maybe uneven terrain isn’t exactly my forte.
But when Dad finally came home from work early, it was on. We raced around the yard and threw snowballs at each other and got sopping wet and it basically was THE BEST DAY EVER.
I mean, I have a lot of best days ever but this was the best best day yet.
Ella looks like a snow ghost! Looks like she is really enjoying herself too.
I love that you tell your own stories, Ella and that you’ve been given your own section on the website to write. I can relate – I have two kittens who insisted to have their own Facebook page so they can communicate to the rest of the world. (They are currently nudging me to say hi to you).
Keep blogging and posting these adorable photos of you looking so snazzy in the snow 🙂
The animated gifs are awesome! It is so adorable that you love to run around outside in the snow, I know a lot of other dogs that don’t like the snow. There is even one afraid of the rain! I understand about the sweater, if anything, I would fake indifference just to get into that snuggly blanket I have been eyeing ever since your Mom put it on her Xmas wishlist post. Jealous!
Scott’s new hobby is GIFing all the action sequences I’ve captured. Can’t claim I don’t love it 😉
Maaaan Ella, I’d also hate it if my mom forced me to cut my hair. But at least you had fun in the snow!
She’s still not speaking to me!
Dogs playing around in the snow are so cute! I like how they suddenly start to do rabbit jumps rather than walk when they’re faced with the snow. I’m happy we haven’t had any snow yet though, Shiva wouldn’t have been able to move through it any more and pushing her little throne would be difficult in the snow 🙂
Lol that is really funny dog in snow 😀
She’s a riot! I just want to follow her around with a camera all day long (oh wait, I kind of do 😉 )
My Airedale and I are both so jealous of your snow! We love to play in it, but Chicago has not gotten enough snow this winter. Fingers crossed we get a blizzard of our own this year…as long as it doesn’t happen on a commuting day 🙂
Ella looks like a snow princess
Ella is adorable! Looks like she had a blast in the snow.