Adventures of a pet therapist Knucklehead and his Ninja sister
For those of you of a certain age, today’s musing might bring back some memories. If you’ve been experiencing a heat wave, you have our sympathies. In the good news category, there are “only” 75 days to the official start of autumn.
How are you coping with the Super Mario Bros weather?
Live, love, bark! 🐾
While most are yearning for spring and warmer temperatures, I continue to long for some moisture. This winter has been bone dry with few snow storms containing minuscule amounts of the white stuff. Imagine my rejoicing this morning to wake up to a this winter wonderland. I’ll take it. Thank you, Mother Nature.
Any surprises when you woke up this morning?
Live, love, bark 🐾
Single digits are not stopping this dynamic duo. Hiya, Elsa here. We finally got some snow with a couple of days of bitter cold. Mom hitched us up in our paw mittens and coats and then spent 87 hours putting gloves, hats, mittens and boots on herself before we could go galloping out in the elements. Snow? We don’t let a little stinking snow stop us.
We traveled over hill and over dale like jackrabbits hopping along, dragging pulling mom along our walk. Sam is headed over to the hospital today while I stay home practicing my Olympic skating skills. I swear, I don’t get how he can get all tangled up in his leash, come to a complete screeching stop and then look up so pitifully at mom with a H-E-L-P me look on his face whereas I can skate at full speed, perform a double Lutz jump into a full-on poop stance in the blink of an eye. Boys…sheesh. Talk about snowflakes!
While Sam is putting smiles on patients faces over the next couple of days, I’ll have a few hours of peace and quiet each day watching the snow accumulate and our evil squirrel. He better hope he doesn’t slip off his branch while I’m outside. Stay warm and we’ll be back soon.
Live, love, bark❣
Yesterday was just shy of 70 and today’s high will be in the mid-20’s with fresh new snow. Elsa however seems to relish it, munching as much of the snow that was left earlier on the north side of the street as she can. She will no doubt dash about like a gazelle doing leaps and bounds in new fresh stuff. Stay warm out there this week.
Live, love, bark❣
Well it finally happened. Hiya. Elsa here. It should have happened weeks ago but finally and thankfully…Denver is under a Winter Storm Warning for snow, ice, high winds, and low visibility with blizzard conditions for the eastern plains. Can I get an Amen, brother!? Speaking of brothers, Sam wasn’t that keen about going out to potty in this white stuff and I confess, I too had some reservations initially. But Mother Nature (and snow zoomies) called, so who am I to refuse that pressure?
Denver is experiencing one of the driest winters ever as are the various ski areas in the state. Statewide snowpack was 58% of normal. That’s scary if you are a ski resort, people! That graphic pretty much says it all. Even Hawaii experienced a blizzard before Christmas last month with Mauna Kea and Mauna Loa receiving up to two feet of snow.
Mom said some of you have already experienced some major snow and cold lately but this is rather new this season (unless you count those few days in December when it was bitter cold but with no snow). Mostly we’ve been experiencing breaking days with many perennials still blooming in December. What the dog?!
How was your weekend weather? Anything exciting happening out there while we’re snuggling up on the sofa?
Live, love, bark! ❤︎
Two days ago we received a surprise snow storm. While it was very welcomed, news reports yesterday suggested Denver will have the driest winter on record since the late 1800’s. To all those worried about the tulips, here’s what a day later looked like in the Mile High.
Happy Thursday. Our close personal friend Friday is just waiting around the corner to put more smiles on our faces. Make it a great one!
Just in case you forget what springtime in the Rockies can look like. Love this state.
Live, love, bark! ❤︎
A number of you indicated you were unable to open either of the two images that were included in today’s earlier post for which I apologize. After spending far more time than I thought possible trying to ‘fix’ that post and the images, unsuccessfully I might add, I thought I’d provide the links from where they were obtained so you could at least have the benefit of useable information (I sent emails to those of you for which I had contact info). The comprehensive and extensive list came from this site. The photo image can be seen here. So sorry for the SNAFU. Technology very often vexes me.
As a consolation prize, here’s an image from today’s somewhat of a surprise winter storm that landed in the Denver area. Finally…some snow. Sorry little tulips.
Stay safe effurry-one.
Live, love, bark! ❤︎
Well…so much for the winter storm alert (note the pitiful, teensy weeny skiff of snow on the ‘shroom). Apparently the storm veered south of us. There was bupkus snow on the ‘shroom when we passed by it again over the weekend. I originally thought someone had maybe hauled it off but then realized I was looking in the wrong block. Sam wasn’t all that impressed with its size or the lack of snow. Maybe he’s just bummed there was no snow for him to romp in. But then again, I reminded him that he’d have had to wear his snow boots and he assured me that would not be the best way for him to start the week off.
Wouldn’t it be grand to have a job where you could be wrong nearly 100% most of the time and still get paid oodles of dough? Don’t know about you, but I think I’d like THAT job!
What kind of fun was on your weekend radar?
Live, love, bark! ❤︎
Well thank heavens, it’s finally here. Thank goodness for Fridays! Got any swell plans for the weekend or any wicked pranks set for tomorrow?
The forecast is for rain and snow today and tomorrow. We’ll see if that fickle Mother Nature delivers or if she continues to tease us. Here’s hoping your weekend is grand.
Live, love, bark! ❤︎
The title of this post was written by that popular nineteenth century American poet, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow in his classic poem “The Rainy Day.” It’s meaning is ‘this too we shall survive.’
It was that meaning made me reflect on some uncharacteristic weather that we’ve experienced for the past several days. Lots of grey overcast conditions, nothing like the 300+ days of sunshine those of us who are lucky enough to live in Colorado generally experience. The weather in fact was not only grey and dreary, the humidity was significant enough it left us a rather large present along our typical cityscape ambling yesterday morning. While little mushrooms aren’t uncommon after rainy weather, this one took me by surprise.
The little Miss Ninja wasn’t that keen on trying to avoid photo bombing her brother so much either. But her reliable stay…well…let’s just say it ain’t all that reliable and no need to take unnecessary chances, right? It was a feat keeping Sam sitting next to this huge mushroom that sprouted up overnight, keeping Elsa out of the frame and me able to hang on to her with a bag of poop to dispose of, all the while not dropping the phone or dropping the leash. But us moms are jugglers if anything. Over the years, I don’t think I’ve ever seen that large of a mushroom after a day of rain in Denver and had to capture it. I know it looks like a gnarly tree stump but trust me…that was one. mega. fungus!
Cheers for a great Friday and an even better weekend. Yikes, just realized April starts this weekend. Got any April Fool’s Day pranks prepared that you’re willing to share?
Live, love, bark! ❤︎