Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Snow Story and our Snow Dog

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Roxie has always enjoyed the snow. She runs around, plays in it, has a great time, but then she wants to be in with us, warm and comfortable.

Tasha adores the snow. That might not even be doing it justice. Of course she is a husky, and bred for this kind of weather, but where Roxie would want to come in, Tasha wants to stay out. Where Roxie only sits or lays down in the dry, no snow parts, Tasha had no problem laying down in the snow. It just suits her.

My in laws have a cabin in the mountains where we go up Christmas day after opening our own presents. It is always very exciting to be checking the weather daily to see if there is snow forecast, as my husband has never liked driving in the snow, and with him just starting to drive long distances again on Monday, we didn't want to chance him having to drive in the snow with his newly healing wounds.

At first, this Christmas, there was snow most of the week, and we discussed possibly missing it this year. Then it shifted to just Wednesday and Thursday, so we were concerned about being stuck up there, but not about getting up. Still nervous though, and not committing to going with that large of chance of having to drive at least one direction in the snow. Then, as Christmas day approached, we saw the storm get downgraded to just a ten percent chance of snow on Wednesday.

We should have known better.

You see, depending on how you look at it, snow either loves or hates Blake, because he is not fond of it, and yet multiple times, when we decide to head up the mountain, the teeny tiny percentage chance of snow suddenly changes to a full blown storm... when we are already there.

We thought our last story was impressive- thirty percent chance of snow flurries turned into an all day, all night, chains (which we didn't own at the time) required kind of storm that ended with us leaving the car at their cabin after we stayed an extra two more nights than planned and his parents had to drive us down.

In some ways, this Christmas tops it. Because of his injury, we were more cautious. We were nervous when it dropped to a forty percent chance, since we knew what that thirty percent did to us before.  But when it was down to ten percent... we decided to risk it.

Tuesday, Christmas day, was a gorgeous drive. Totally dry roads, and temperatures consistently in the forties as we traveled. Even as of last night, our weather app of choice said the forecast was clear, still a tiny percent chance of storm. (Apparently we use the wrong app because my father in law's app always predicted snow).

We woke up this morning to snow. Lots of snow. Chains required snow. Beautiful snow... but not in our plans snow. This snow continued all morning. Even though we had talked about leaving before lunch, that was out of the question, and we relaxed at the cabin, enjoyed the beauty of the storm, and I caught up on some reading (while he played a video game on his brother's computer).

It started to subside around eleven and we saw sun come out, this boded well, but Blake was completely not ready to decide if we were staying or going. At two, as I was feeling a bit stir crazy, we took a walk and discussed our options. After agonizing back and forth, Blake decided to risk the drive down over losing another day of vacation. A big portion of this final decision was seeing the snow plow come through right as we made our choice, as it meant we would have freshly scraped road. Thankfully, due to the sun, and many cars driving on it, we were able to get down (the back way) with no problems. We didn't even need chains at this point!

So now we get to add a ten percent chance of snow becoming a two to three inch storm, but got the pleasure of seeing our husky in her element. My parting treat for my readers is a cute video of Roxie and Tasha having a ball running around in the backyard of my in-law's cabin while their dog, Layla, alternates between trying to play with them, and barking at them to stop playing.



1 comment:

  1. Oh my word! Your Roxie looks a lot like our late Sable!
    A husky is a great dog for a young child. The breed is usually easy-going, patient, and tolerant. They can be headstrong and a little tricky to train, and sometimes very possessive of their food. But all in all, great dogs. Thanks for the video! It reminded of all the New York winters, when Sable would love to run in the snow. Aunt Jane.

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