Ohio gives up on winter rather slowly, just as the birds begin to sing and a few warm days tempt us winter-worn northerners into thinking that finally we can put away the woolies and start afresh with some spring things for a change.
Agatha, on the other hand, loves snow with all her canine heart. As I look out the window and alas, see yet another unseasonably late snowfall drifting down from what should be sunny skies. I realize that at least some of the little people on the place will be exceedingly happy. The snow accumulates quickly, after all this IS Ohio, that’s what snow does here. I bundle into a warm jacket and head out to get a bit of fresh air and let Aggie do her favorite thing, roll around in the white stuff until she resembles a small dog shaped snow creature.
First she stands trying to catch each flake as it falls from the sky, the icy crystals begin to frost her long coat liberally, I see a bath in her very near future. Agatha says I am definitely no fun. She races back and forth, happy and unaware while I plot bath-time revenge.
She rolls luxuriously, rubbing her shoulders happily from side to side, I try not to run to the house for towels, I see visions of that fluffy coat melting liberally onto my clean kitchen floor. How can I resist that joy-filled face? Oh well, what’s a bit of melted snow between friends?
Uh oh,,, did somebody mention a BATH???