Hello again all my rabid readers. Kramer here with another installment of my blog. Well, my page actually. Bob still claims the blog is his. The past two weeks have not been particularly exciting, but they have been kind of eventful. You see, Mother Nature has decided that we have been kind of flying under the radar when it comes to snow. So, she has been trying to make up for it. We have had multiple snowstorms recently, bringing varying levels of snowfall, sleet, and ice. Plus, she doesn’t believe we should enjoy any days above freezing either, so there has been no melt. With what we already had on the ground, it is starting to add up. Of course, for me, that means new vistas to conquer, new horizons to explore, and new snowdrifts to scale. And, of course, putting on that damn coat.
I am learning a lot about this winter thing, like all snow is not equal. Some is wet, some dry and powdery. And frequently, it hides a lot of stuff underneath it. One day I can walk on it and others, I disappear in it. That’s why I bring Bob on my walks. If the breaststroke fails, he can lend a hand, or two, although I have noticed it does have a definite impact on his attitude.
On one of our recent walks, it didn’t take me long to scope out something new besides snow. So, I decided to investigate.
With the stealth of a Sherpa, I proceeded to the first crest and surveyed the tundra.
Catching a scent, I forged on, scaling new heights.
The scent grew stronger. I knew where I had to go. But, was Bob watching?
I waited for the opportune moment to make my move. Quickly and skillfully, I hurtled down the other side of the snowdrift, boldly, without caution, until reaching my goal. A treasure trove of deer tracks, clearly outlined in the snow. Bob had told me that they frequently crossed the road at this point, but this was my first time to examine the evidence. I was blown away.
Well, Bob has been spending a lot more time volunteering at the shelter. Basically, whenever they have small animals to be neutered or requiring medical treatment beyond their physical capabilities, they transport them to a vet that ironically is about five miles from where we live. Unfortunately, it is about twenty miles from the shelter. So Bob frequently volunteers to take the animals to the vet in the morning and picks them up in the afternoon. But here’s the good part, A lot of the time, he takes me with him for the ride, being that I am such good company and all. This week we transported two rabbits one day, three dogs the next day and two days later, one cat. I like the dogs best because coming home, they are still coming out of anesthesia and will frequently sing to us. I don’t normally join in as I don’t know a lot of the songs. But it is fun to ride up front in my car seat and just enjoy the ride.
I guess that’s about it for this week. I hope this weather breaks soon. Bob says that the next season that everyone else calls Spring, we call Mud Season, but it’s still at least a month away. Can’t wait for that. So, til next time, this is your old pal Kramer reminding you to keep a smile on your face and a treat in your pocket. And to all my still homeless friends, trust me, there is a family that wants you as much as you want them. Hang in there.
Until next time
Chow (no reference to other breeds is intended or implied)