This morning our granddog, Tucker, asked to out into the front yard to . . . well, ah, um . . . check things out.
To do this he has to cross the deck . . . which he couldn't figure out how to do because there was two feet of cement-like snow most of the way from our house door to the steps down into the fenced in yard.
No, we didn't get two feet of snow. Just around 4" yesterday but then last night we had high winds that blew snow into solid drifts in inconvenient places.
So understanding Tucker's plight, Papa Pea left his breakfast to go shovel a path for Little No-Legs to traverse across the deck.
"Thanks, Gramps. I really needed to get out."
What did this born and bred Minnesota dog do when he had accomplished his early morning rounds? Laid on the deck and enjoyed the fresh air and atmosphere. Stiff breeze and all. (Go with the flow? Bloom where you are planted? Make the best of the situation? Tucker knows how to enjoy life.)
the quotidian (12.11.17)
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