The weather in the high desert may not always be pleasant, but it never gets boring. After two days of fresh gale wind, today we got cold and snow.
I do not understand the boys’ reaction to this. It’s shit-shoveling day, the boys awaited me in Gitmo, and just as I got in with the horses the sky opened up for a nice white-out blizzard. I went from bare ground to snow-so-high-I-can’t-find-the-horseapples in about fifteen minutes. It didn’t last long on the ground, because the ground’s been soaking in 70o temps for weeks, but it dumped a lot of moisture in a hurry. By the time I picked the boys up the snow had melted and they were both soaked. Little Bear I expect this from, but Ghost usually shows more sense. They both got a nice rub-down on a towel when they got home, and Ghost was forbidden use of the big-boy chair. Why, when they’ve got a perfectly good room in which to keep dry, must they do that?
And then they napped.
Why? The eternal question with animals. My horses would stand out in the rain, often just inches from the nice shelter we spent a lot of money to construct. Go figure. My Corgi, Laddie, loves the snow. It snowed all day the last three days… and he spent more time out there than he ever does in nice weather. I watched him, again and again, roll and rub in the snow, bound through the drifts and eat a boat load of snow. He loves to be toweled off when he comes in, and then fifteen minutes later is ready to go out once more. No accounting for that, I guess.