one of the most pitiful things in the world …

… is a puppy with frozen feet looking for the perfect spot to pee or poop. I don’t know if it’s just Moodie or if they’re all this dense, but when she’s out and her feet start to freeze, she hasn’t figured out that the best thing would be to just do her business and hurry back inside.

No. Instead she continues on her quest to find just the right spot in the area with the deepest snow (luckily, so far this year the deepest spot is only a bit more than an inch).

At first there is just a mild limp … then it becomes more pronounced. Then her walk becomes more of a prance as she tries to reduce the amount of time any one foot has to stay on the ground. Next she morphs into a three … and, ultimately, two legged doggie.

Have you ever pooped while trying to maintain your balance on one front and one rear paw?

It doesn’t work real well … and is just sad to watch.

Silly, silly girl.

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If the rumour that we come back as an animal is true, there are a couple varieties that I’ve eliminated from my wish list.

First – a cow. When we rented the farm, a bunch of cows sublet the yard. Each day upon my arrival home, before my kids welcomed me, I was greeted by eight or ten cows. Every day was the same thing – they would be standing at the hay dispenser … chewing. As I drove up the lane way, they would watch the car approach … and chew. And chew. And chew. Occasionally a tail would swat at a bug. Mostly, they would chew.

Cows don’t seem to have much excitement in their lives.

But they have pretty eyes.

I don’t have much excitement in my life either, but it does have a few more dimensions to it than just chewing.

So, no to being a cow.

Next – a dog.

I do loves dogs and their seemingly happy, carefree existence. On one level, being a dog (in a happy home) would be great!

On the other hand, they greet other dogs by smelling their bums (and given what I’ve witnessed with regard to her anal glands, I don’t think I’d want to be Moodie’s friend after close examination of that area) … as a human, I LIKE having a defined area to deposit my bodily waste … and … I really don’t want to eat poop. No. I wouldn’t want to eat my own doggie poop and I don’t think I’d enjoy the ultimate delicacy – cat poop.

When she walks by our three kitty litter boxes, Moodie surveys them much like a patron at a fine-dining buffet.

Doggie kisses are not really all they’re cracked up to be … and are most decidedly refused in this house.

So, dog has been scratched off the list too.

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sorry. I just had to get that out.

* I WISH YOU WELL! *