SNNNOOOOWWWW DDDAAAAYYYYY!
Whee! Wahoo! Yippee! Oh La La! Early this morning the freezing rain turned to snow. Hey, don't laugh! It got deeper! This is Memphis, Tennessee, folks. Snow is a foreign as hen's teeth. An inch or so can shut the city down. Citizens across the county will plunder the grocery shelves of bread, milk and beer.
Perhaps, though, not in that order...
You'd think two dogs of the same breed would be a little more alike, but not at the Hudarosa. Simone, who is not all that fond of the rain, because it bangs on her tender ears, LOOOVEESSS the snow. Trepadacious at first, she gingerly padded the surface. As we walked back to the studio to the garden to procure some rosemary for the gratin potatoes, she picked up speed like a snowball rolling downhill. Faster and faster, Simone ran circles around me, yanked Zali by the collar to the ground and finally broke out into an all out crazy run. She raced around the pool deck, right onto the cover and knee deep into the puddle of water her weight caused. She stopped, looked shocked and then sped away jackrabbit fast, laughing the whole time.
Zali looked at her. Looked at me. Looked at her. He shook his coat off and muttered, "Zhat is one crazy b..."
"ZALI!"
"What? Crazy beach party! Pool! Zhere's a pool! Geet eet? What's wrong with ze beach party?"
"Monsieur..."
"Well, she's a nut burger zhen. A squirrelly, squirrelly nut burger. Zis stuff, she is eecky. Eet steecks to ze fur between my toes, gets in my eyes. I don't like eet."
I must be a crazy beach party, too. Atypically, the snow has endured though out the day. Normally, it's a memory by noon.
I thought it was beautiful.
*Not to worry about Simone and the pool cover. We have the trampoline type supported by springs, not water bags. I could walk onto it's surface without falling in. I'd get little wet, but wouldn't go under. And I weigh considerably more than nine and a half pounds!*
