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Chloë Turns Nine in a Snowstorm

Dachshund sculpture after first snow.

My ninth birthday mostly came and went without fanfare. My brothers are in Arizona, so there was no big get-together. Heather forgot about it until just before I went to bed.  Mike gave me no special dinner or extra treats. I got no gifts and just one card, an e-greeting from Yankee, a puppy in Juneau who I haven’t even met. And then it started snowing, and I promptly forgot all about feeling low.

I love the snow. And this time, there was lots of it.

Hurrying up after second snowstorm.

The first time it snowed that week, a few inches of snow covered the park, and it got colder, so the snow was a fluffy powder that got kind of crunchy underfoot on the park trails. Usually snow doesn’t last long around here, but this time the air stayed cold as more moisture drifted in from the sea. So it snowed again. And then it snowed some more. Soon it was hard to find a spot to pee. And then it snowed some more.

By the fourth time it snowed in about a week, it was getting tough for someone of my stature to get around, but I was still digging it. People out walking with their much larger dogs would marvel at my speed and agility when bounding through the snow. Not bad for a 9-year-old wiener dog, eh? Anytime snow covers the ground, I can match the Westminister Hound champ Burns for moxie.

Chloë at the height of the fourth snowfall

So how much snow did we get? It must have been a lot, because Mike said that for one day Seattle looked a lot like Syracuse.

Chloë’s Lane after four snows

On our block, neither mail nor newspapers nor even UPS packages were delivered for several days, although I made up for my UPS fix on Valentine’s Day when I saw Donna three times in one day and got heart treats every time. Can you believe that some people in Seattle don’t have a snow shovel?

Chloë’s block after fourth snowstorm.

Heather shovels after fourth snowfall.

All the snow was pretty, but the forecast was for additional snow to turn to rain before dark, and Heather knew this beautiful snowy blanket would turn to ugly slush and ice soon enough. Since she has three snow shovels (each for a different shoveling task), she was able to clear most of the sidewalks on our block and several storm drains,but even she couldn’t do the whole city. So the day we walked to over to the Magnolia library on partially shoveled sidewalks, she told me it was OK for me and poop on the property of the people who didn’t shovel, and she wouldn’t pick it up. But we all knew that was a lie. She’s way too Canadian to let that happen.

 

 

Chloë Chills for the Holidays

Stopping by the woods on a snowy evening.

I have been so busy the past few weeks that I simply haven’t had the time to sit down and dictate any notes for Mike to type out for me. So let me recall some highlights and catch up.

Pre-holiday festivities were light this season. Mike and Heather saved money and time by merging their annual holiday office parties (one employee per office), and I was the only outside guest. What a celebration! We enjoyed some extra string cheese as hors d’oeuvres and dined on roast pork with stuffing and, of course, sautéed kale, the hip side dish of the year. Although there was no Secret Santa gift swap, I’m happy to report nobody got too drunk and made a fool of him or her self.

Christmas Eve brought two storms to town, the first of the snow variety (very rare in temperate Seattle) and the second a visit from Heather’s sister Sammy, who is a whirlwind all her own. I mean she’s a perpetually high-energy person, at least compared to the slow and dour pace I normally seen from the people around this house, unless Mike gets excited during a Syracuse basketball game or Heather starts ranting at the PBS Newshour.

Winter wonderland on Christmas morning.

The festive Sammy is often whistling or singing around the house, and this time she apparently infected Mike with the musical bug. On Christmas Day she and Mike belted out a duet of “Winter Wonderland” on the telephone to Mike’s Mom Rosalie and my aunts Susie and Debby in Syracuse. Luckily, the You Tube cameras were not rolling at the time, but I got to see it live and in person. I wasn’t sure whether to cry or laugh, so I did a little of both. There were no encores.

We did get quite a bit of snow on Christmas Eve and Day, and I really enjoyed frolicking on the slippery trails and through the meadows in the park. Snow lasted in our back yard and in the park for a few days, but the sidewalks were pretty clear before Heather was able to shovel the whole neighborhood. I could see she was disappointed about that. Several nights of turkey, potatoes, stuffing and gravy alleviated her anxiety. I got to lick plates!

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Santa brought Chloë a new ball.

As far as gifts go, Susie and Debby sent me excellent treats (some that taste like meat loaf, one of my favorites!), and a mouth-sized, gnaw-able ball that I immediately adopted as an alternative to Wiffie for inside-the-house throwing. I like the size and feel of the new ball in my mouth, but pawing it against the floor doesn’t put any backspin on the ball, like I can do with the Wiffie.  Therefore, within a few days of Christmas, Wiffie reclaimed his Interior Top Ball position, and deservedly so.

It’s a good thing Susie and Debby came through with their gifts, because nobody else did. Not my so-called friends (and you know who you are!) and not even Mike and Heather, my alleged caregivers. Apparently they couldn’t even find a special treat or a Mushabelly in the house to put in my stocking. Maybe this retirement thing brings an austerity budget along with it. They better make it up to me for my birthday in February.

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Chloë lounges in front of the Yule Log..

Anyway, I survived this holiday disappointment, and on the first weekend after New Year’s we headed out to my foothills getaway for a few days to recharge the batteries. I always have a good time out there, even if I do have to share Heather’s affections with the resident dog Pumpkin. I cut the Pump some slack because she idolizes me so much.  Therefore, I don’t mind that Pumpkin goes on walks with us and naps on Heather’s other flank on the couch. But I’m not as liberal with my feelings for the cat Mr. Fuzz, who wisely stayed upstairs during this entire visit, or the latest arrival in the affection sweepstakes: Pepe, a donkey. Luckily, Pepe stayed in the barn, where I don’t go unless forced, so I missed meeting him this time, but I feared his presence nonetheless after Heather described him to Mike and me as “cute.” Hey, I’m the cute one around here, and I don’t want Heather or anyone else to forget it for an instant. #MeToo!

 

Chloë Takes a Snow Day

It was fairly brisk yesterday when Mike and I went outside at 6 a.m., and when we went out again about 9 there was a stiff wind blowing and this white stuff covering the ground. A world covered in tissues, perhaps? My idea of heaven.

No, it was snow. Cold, wet, slippery, snow. I got into it immediately! Discovery Park had lots of places to stick my nose in it, right up to my ears. It stuck to me, too, covering my snout and clumping up on the fur on my legs and chest. Later on I discovered these ice balls are great to pull off my body with my teeth and chew up like little popsicles. Yum.

Chloë blazes a trail in Discovery Park.

When we got back from our walk, I had another big treat: Heather walked in. She had gotten so fed up with the traffic on I-5 that she turned around and decided to come home to work from here. So I got to sit next to her all day, which was a lot more preferable to being with that lout Mike, who’s always bugging me about this or that. Instead of being on edge all day, I felt so cozy and relaxed that I just snoozed in my blue chair.

Sunny says hello.

By the time my afternoon walk came around, it had snowed even more. The park parade ground was pretty much covered with it, and I ran around there for a while. We met up with my new bud Sunny, a golden retriever who moved in down the street from us last month. Sunny’s OK, although she seems more interested in MY treat bag on Mike’s hip than she is interested in me. I’ll be keeping my eye on her for a while, until she takes her nose away from MY treats.

Chloë heads for home.

When they determined the ice balls were making my feet too cold, it was time to come home, have dinner and curl up with a warm blanket and some hot cocoa. Oh, phooey, no chocolate for dogs. Guess it will have to be some more ice balls instead.