Happy Monday, troops. This week we restart the process of getting back to pet therapy with an updated orientation class on Friday. While Norman won’t be attending that session, he still continues to update his K-9 levels through lots of people interactions.
We hope you have a ‘pawsome’ week and get daily doses of the magic K-9 vitamin.
Welcome to the 74th day on the calendar, otherwise known as the Ides of March. For a brief historical look, you can check out a previous post about the Ides of March. Clearly the Soothsayer’s abilities did not have much in the way of meteorological skills.
It felt like living in a snow globe this weekend. You may have heard the Front Range of Colorado was hit with a monster of a storm. I haven’t seen snow like this since 2003 though this one had the dubious distinction of being a full on blizzard. The airport, public buildings and schools are all closed while we dig ourselves out. The airport is set to open shortly after noon today. The governor called out the National Guard to help rescue stranded motorists and both north/south I-25 and east/west I-70 were shut down yesterday in both directions.
A good 2 feet of the wet stuff was dumped on the Ranch (official Weather Service tally was listed at 27.1 inches) and we were lucky enough to not have lost power so lots of baking ensued over the weekend. The satellite dish needed multiple clearing off sessions so the dogs and I could veg out in between potty breaks and a few sessions to try to keep the sidewalks from getting too bad. But after making one swipe, by the time I got back to the start, it was covered again.
The accumulation wasn’t all that bad (there have been other storms far worse) but the blizzard-like conditions made any traveling dangerous and treacherous. Even the foolhardy who were bored found cross-country skiing in the street too difficult judging by the fact they took off their skis and carried them home on their shoulders.
Even potty breaks were brief and quick. At one point Elsa showed her displeasure with the small area I shoveled so her breaks would be easier by jumping over into…a deep drift. When she managed to dig herself out, she was covered in snow and looked as though she’d been flocked. I had to laugh out loud as she ran passed me to the back door lickety-split. She apparently wasn’t as amused and immediately began to take out her embarrassment on the first toy she found. RIP little birdy.
The snow made for a fun weekend and like Elsa, I learned a valuable lesson about snow. Don’t stand directly under the satellite dish when clearing it off. Norman is decidedly not a fan of the white stuff. And my hero neighbor with the snowblower is plowing the sidewalks as I write. Bless that man!
To say I’ve been overwhelmed by all the kind messages about Angel Sam would be a definite understatement. Thank you all for your notes of comfort. It has meant the world to me.
Because yesterday was a sad day, let’s turn things around and share a smile. After last week’s Nature Friday post, my old pal Vince the Sign Guy from Indian Hills delivered a timely follow up bit of advice. Enjoy it and have a good day.
We continue to keep the people of Texas in our thoughts and hope fresh, clean running water starts flowing soon for everyone.
Happy Monday. We hope you had a lovely Valentine’s Day. Norman’s kissing booth was up and running all weekend and because it was so cold, he was more than happy to cuddle. Elsa said, “you can kiss my…” She is not amused about posing for photos and is no longer even subtle about her displeasure. Norman makes up for her camera shyness, readily posing. It didn’t take him long to figure out there are high value treats when you pose. Apparently Elsa thinks nothing is high value enough.
While yesterday was Valentine’s Day, after working for 87 years in the legal field, today’s cartoon made me chuckle.
We hope you have a ‘pawsome’ Monday and a warmer week than last. While it’s still in negative territory this morning (-2ºF, with windchill at -11ºF at publication), it’s supposed to hit at least 25ºF by early afternoon. Good thing too, there are some very bored Ranch hands who haven’t been able to enjoy any walks. And we all know what happens with Ranch hands are bored…don’t we, Elsa?
Happy Monday and happy new month! Welcome to February, the month of love, where we hope 2021 finally gets off to a good start (January seemed to be either an extension of December or the 13th month of 2020). A new clean slate is making us hopeful that muzzles will be the de rigueur fashion item for uprights. And for heaven’s sake, wear it properly (not as a chin cozy, ‘kay?)
Don’t forget your muzzle when you leave your house as you make it a pawsome day!
As today is my baby brother’s birthday, this is a special shout out to wish him a terrific day. Here’s hoping you catch your limit on the river, Bro! Love ya.
Welcome to Monday. The laptop’s back up and running now and we thought this smile was a clever way to let you know we’re back. While we read everyone’s posts from last week, we left next to no comments. My hat’s off to millennials who easily manage life typing on a tiny little phone screen. Alas I’d make a lousy millennial since it became clear quickly that leaving comments from the phone was an exercise in futility and frustration. But we’re back, I’m smiling and the small storm that blew through over the weekend allowed us some ‘dashing through the snow’ time so the dogs (well at least Elsa) were happy too. Norman remains in the “Yeah, I can hold it” camp but he still manages to leave significant amounts of yellow posts nonetheless whenever we ventured out. Talk about a weather wuss.
We hope your privacy settings are well respected this week and it turns out to be a good one. It’s ‘crisp’ this morning, (19ºF at 8:30 local time) but should hit the mid 40’s later today with low 60’s by Wednesday. Woohoo…60’s in January folks! We’ll take it. Have a great Monday and even greater week.
We hope you had a lovely New Year’s celebration. Ours was quiet…well until around midnight when some knuckle-dragging neighbors began shooting off fireworks. For a few minutes, it was nerve-wracking for a couple of pups. Fireworks always set my jaw and make me grumble but we finally were able to get to sleep soon thereafter. Thank goodness for the BBC which broadcasts late at night on public radio. Apart from getting world-wide news without the same cable TV newscaster droning on about that same ‘breaking news’ story that had been highlighted for the previous six hours, it provided some pleasant white noise for the dogs. Hard to believe they have next to no interest in soccer scores or how the 4-1/2 year long divorce known as BREXIT ended up. It only took about 15 minutes before canine snores were competing with news from Britain, the rest of the world and fireworks.
Unlike my usual MO, this post was penned before Monday. Usually they’re done the morning they get published but knowing the laptop will be going in for a tune up later this week, it was actually written in advance. I even hope to get a couple in the hopper to tie us over. Perhaps this proactivity might set the stage for that age-old resolution of ‘being better organized.’ Yeah, probably not.
So let’s start out the new year with a nice big smile, shall we?
So how was your New Year’s celebration? Here’s hoping the ‘first week’ sets the tone for a better year. Hope springs eternal.