Am reminded of this pic of the Tookster because I'm here in Cambridge, MA for a rare USA weekend. Had to see the neurologist today to find out that my bad headaches can be helped with a good prescription, head and neck exercises, and a few deep tissue massages. It's supposed to snow like MAD tonight on the US East Coast. I heard that people in Boston were scrambling to secure a place to park their cars to wait out the storm.
The pic of Tookie is on our trail in the woods behind our house in the Laurentides, Québec. I had to make the trail using snow shoes, but then someone with a ski-doo came with an electric saw and cut away parts of trees that keep falling on the trail, and now it's easier for feet and paws to trek. Note the spaghetti sauce spot on Tookie's forehead. He loves loves loves Maria's spaghetti sauce. Won't eat it cold. Has to heat up and infiltrate the house with smell-o-rama, and then he comes and begs, quietly and politely, but oh so persistently. I thought it would be a gas to annoint him with it, to take the smell with him, but I saw in the pictures I took that day that he just looked like a weird married Hindu....dog...without the sari. OK. Well it was funny indoors.
The snow on the trail is now up to mid-thigh level, if you happen to veer off of the trail made by either ski-doos or by yours truly. Melba, aka Grandma Corkery, used to have people proclaim to her that she always brought the weather with her, no matter what country she was in, no matter what season it was. Weather in her case meant 'good weather'. I suppose, with the impending graying of sky and utter stillness in Cambridge that I think accompanies a major drop-off of snow (you know, like dropping off your laundry), that people could make the same claim about me but mean it in a very different way.
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Sheila. Dogs. Sheila. Dogs. Sheila. Dogs.
You see all that punctuation? I just can't picture those two words in the same sentence.
Thigh high snow? Wow, you must be in Canadia.
P.S. Emma wants to know what kind of dog Tookie is. She thinks "snow dog" since he's walking in the snow. I think not.
Joe said the same exact thing about Sheila. Dogs. Sheila. He was at our house when we got Tookie from the shelter. You can tell Emma that Tookie's a little bit country. A little bit rock and roll. (He's a sled dog. Un traineau chien. Mostly Alaskan Malamute. Some huskie (because of the blue eye) and maybe a little wolf. It was all the rage in the 1930's? 1940's? for people to breed sled dogs with wolves in Canada.
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