Grumble. Worst part (of many) of having a ‘real dog’ is the WALKING. Little ones don’t care about long walks. Big ones, like my Black Beast, require them. No matter what the weather is. Rain, snow, gloom of night. You get the picture.
Me, I like the walks on the 75 degree sunny days. Not too hot, not cold. ZERO precip.
Otis? He likey the COLD! He saw the snowflakes this afternoon and was looking forward to the Big Walk! I put on 3 layers of clothing, snow boots, hat, gloves…saddled my horsey and out we went.
J-O-Y! He literally galloped down the street! He looked like a 105 lb. black rein-dog. Paused every 10 feet or so to turn around and GRIN his Lab grin at me! His thought bubble said “I f*cking LOVE the snow!” Made me envision his ancestors who would jump into the cold Labrador waters and help their Masters with the fishing nets. Otis would have stolen some of the catch for himself though 😉
I think Otis needs to live in a Lab Commune:
You wanna live with over 20 other dogs? On acres of land? No sidewalks, no leashes in sight? You want to chase rabbits and squirrels and CATS? Cool, ’cause we’ve got ’em. We’re Labs so it’s strictly No Kill, just capture ’em with our soft Labbie mouths. You wanna eat whatever you want, whenever you want? No silly 2 cup limits. We’re LABS! We’re STARVING all the time! You wanna chew stuff? You can! We all do! We’re LABS! Shoes, toys, dining room chairs? Have at it! We’ll help! Wanna wrestle? YES! Wanna run FAST, no leash? Dude, this is the place for you! At night, it’s real queen sized beds! No one says DOWN or OFF to us here!
Heaven, Otis style.