Pyper Pup
7/52 Pyper...The snow is as high as a poodle's eye
Pyper has decided she has had enough of winter, thank you very much. Sure, we live in Canada, so should be used to snow and ice and freezing temperatures, and I know there are those who have more snow and ice and colder temperatures than us, but enough is enough Mother Nature. I mean, when your legs are only 5 inches tall, and the snow is 18" deep, well, you can see the problem. Pyper's world in our backyard has been reduced to two small paths I have shovelled for her to do her 'business' in, except now the snow is getting deeper and deeper they are more like tunnels. Every once in awhile she decides to make a break for it and leaps out of the tunnel and attempts to run across the yard (usually after Lucy), but she only makes it one or two leaps before she realises she is over her head, so she turns back and wallows her way back to the shovelled part. By that time she is caked in snow and looking miserable. For this picture, she is in the path, standing on her back legs looking at me over the snow. Needless to say, we are counting the days until spring.
7/52 Pyper...The snow is as high as a poodle's eye
Pyper has decided she has had enough of winter, thank you very much. Sure, we live in Canada, so should be used to snow and ice and freezing temperatures, and I know there are those who have more snow and ice and colder temperatures than us, but enough is enough Mother Nature. I mean, when your legs are only 5 inches tall, and the snow is 18" deep, well, you can see the problem. Pyper's world in our backyard has been reduced to two small paths I have shovelled for her to do her 'business' in, except now the snow is getting deeper and deeper they are more like tunnels. Every once in awhile she decides to make a break for it and leaps out of the tunnel and attempts to run across the yard (usually after Lucy), but she only makes it one or two leaps before she realises she is over her head, so she turns back and wallows her way back to the shovelled part. By that time she is caked in snow and looking miserable. For this picture, she is in the path, standing on her back legs looking at me over the snow. Needless to say, we are counting the days until spring.