Editor’s note: This column was first printed on Jan. 31, 2015. I
was just thinking all these things. It was a crisp 3 degrees when I got
up Friday morning and things were pretty much the same!
Man Winter can just go back to where he came from as far as I’m
concerned. I’m tired of being cold, I’m tired of not having sure footing
when out and about, and I’m tired of wearing three and four layers of
clothing just to stay “comfortable.” In my past columns I’ve went on and
on about how much I love snow and winter and enjoying all the seasons,
etc. Somebody smack me!
Perhaps it’s the fact that I’m getting
older or I’m just catching up with all the rest of the people who just
want 60 degrees and sunshine. Right about now, it sounds really good. A
tiny piece of me was disappointed we didn’t have snow on Christmas but I
certainly got over it and moved on quite nicely. I still enjoy the
first day or so of that clean, crisp white stuff but after that, I’m
It takes me longer to get the dog ready to go outside
than it does myself. Dog parenting can be compared to human parenting in
First, there’s the boots. “Why do I put boots on my
dog?” you ask. There are two reasons. They keep his little toes nice and
warm and dry and they ensure we are going to finish our business
without lifting our paws and looking pitiful and eventually, if not
herded inside shortly thereafter, carrying the 40-pound bugger inside
because after a while, he just sits down and refuses to budge. A short
15 minutes later, he has obviously forgotten his feet got cold and we
start the process again.
I don’t know how many of you have
attempted to “boot” your dog but it isn’t as easy as it sounds. There’s
no just pushing the feet into the boots and fastening the Velcro. When
he sees me coming with them, he immediately runs into the bedroom and
lays down on the bed with his ears down. He keeps sliding me a look that
say, “No, please not the boots.”
I pick up the first one and undo
the Velcro and when I try to put his foot in there, he lets it go limp
and his foot folds and refuses to go to the “toe” of the boot. After
several attempts I have the first paw in there and find the Velcro has
attached to my shirt and I have to take the boot off to release its hold
Now the first boot is back on and tightly secured. Whew!
One down, three to go. The next follows with much the same as the first.
Finally! We have all four boots on and we’re ready to go. Oh, wait,
that one back one looks a little funny. Better try it again. I take the
boot off and he flops down with the paw I need underneath, of course.
Now, all four are on and lookin’ good.
Next, comes the coat. One
paw in, pull it around to where it needs to be and then the other paw is
pulled, folded, and stuffed through the other leg hole. Perfect. I
fasten his coat under his belly and we’re good to go.
By this time Ringo is over it and just wants to go outside. After all, he told me that like 10 minutes ago.
a minute; I have to get my stuff on. On go the boots and scarf and then
coat. One glove on and one glove off. I have to leave a hand to get
that cigarette out of my pocket. I’m not wasting all this effort and not
getting a smoke out of it.
Crap! Just like a little kid, as soon
as I’m all suited up to go outside, I have to go to the bathroom. Coat,
scarf and glove come off and there I go.
By the time we get
outside, Ringo is loving the fact that he can scamper through the snow
without his feet getting cold and he does quite the job of it. He runs
here and there, buries his nose and has a good time. I just wish he’d
remember all that fun at the beginning of the process and be a little
Here’s to Spring!