Party Cardi

We didn’t get the threatened 15 cm of ice pellets after all. Some of that hard stuff came down between 11 pm and 2 am, but I never noticed. By 6 this morning, when the cat got me up, there was a thick layer of fluff covering anything untoward that had fallen in the dead of night.

At  7 am, puppy and I went out into perfect dog snow. The hard crust had softened, and the slushy bottom had frozen again, and our Cardi frapped all over the parkette in front of our building. (I learned the term frap from other corgi owners; it stands for “frenetic random activity period”, or in other words, tearing around in circles in sheer exuberance.)

At 10:30 and at 3 pm we went out for more play.  Each time, my little kneeless fox wrestled or played tug-toy with one of the biggest dogs in the neigbourhood. I’m borrowing the phrase “fake fight” from Checkers’s blog. The growling! The rolling! The jumping! The opponent of the afternoon, the biggest, strongest nice dog of them all, is only 14 months old and doesn’t know his own strength. But that’s okay, because neither does my dog. Usually he’s much more interested in playing fetch (see above photo) than in socializing, but today he just had to tell his playmates, “Didja see the snow? Didja? Eh? Isn’t it great?”