Yesterday was the second day of spring.

Our weather forecasters waffled all weekend. We might have snow, it might be a slushy mix, we were getting a Nor’easter. I decided to take the wait and see approach.

When I got up and looked out my window yesterday morning we’d gotten about four or five inches of snow.

I took Sampson out first. One of the big reasons we walk, is to help get things moving along…if you get my drift.

Being on short walks, Sampson usually does his business within the first five minutes. Yesterday was no exception, and Sampson decided to do his business in the deep snow.

So there’s a reason it’s called a steamer. The poop is leaving a body with temperature of approximately 101 to 102 degrees and hitting air temperature of 28 degrees. AND when something hot hits the snow…well it basically just drops.

Simplified:

The snow is cold.
The poop is hot.
When poop hits snow,
It just drop, drop, drops.

Trying to pick something up that keeps melting the snow around it can be quite challenging. Let’s just say it took me a few minutes and I ended up with a bunch of snow in the bag.

SO when Delilah decided to go under a tree where the snow wasn’t so deep, I was super grateful.

Picking her business up was much easier than Sampson’s, with the exception of her kicking. Delilah tends to kick stuff over her business. (Even though I’m picking it up!)

Typically I know exactly when she’s going to kick and I take evasive maneuvers to avoid whatever it is she’s kicking, dirt, grass…SNOW.

But it was 6:00 am, and apparently I wasn’t quite awake. So I bent over to pick up the poopies and it was like someone was shooting paint balls at my ass.

Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat.

I stood up and hissed at her, “Will you please stop pummeling my ass.”

Does anyone else have these kinds of problems?

 

I don’t know about you, but for me, this whole Daylight Savings shit is for the birds. Apparently a lot of folks are fed up with it too, over 100,000 people have signed a petition addressed to Congress to end this cruel and inhumane tradition. (Feel free to pop over and add your voice.)

I mean, last week we were walking in DAY light, catching a beautiful sunrise and this week, we need to gear up with lights and drag our sorry asses out of bed in the dark.

The dogs don’t care for it either. Usually both dogs pop up and out of bed when I do, but yesterday Sampson didn’t get up and Delilah DID but she went back to bed.

I’m tired because it takes my body time to adjust to the time difference and I think the dogs are tired too. I mean how else can you explain what happened yesterday morning?

First I have to share this. When I walk on a street, I face on-coming traffic. This is something my parents taught me when I was a child.

Is this NOT a thing anymore?

Because the kids I see today are always walking with traffic and news flash! There are way more distracted drivers in this day and age than there were when I was a kid! I mean what if some dip wad isn’t paying attention because they’re twiddle fucking around with their cell phone? You want to see that crazy mother fucker so you can jump the fuck out of the way, right?

Sorry, I digress.

Around my neighborhood you learn where and when to the cross the street. We don’t walk on the same side as THIS house because the freaking dog likes to charge the e-fence and has made me crap my pants and clutch my heart more times than I care to count, and we don’t walk on the side of the street as THAT house because they don’t clean up after their dog and there are disgusting piles of shit that I don’t want the dogs sniffing, never mind walking through.

So Delilah and I were crossing the street to avoid THAT house and I reached for a treat to reward her for paying attention to me.

Now here’s the thing about Delilah and treats. She LOVES them and she’s a Lab and has never really understood the concept of calmly taking a treat. She sees your hand reach for your pocket and she loses her mind and tries to run over to that hand. At some point, she typically wraps the leash around either herself, or me, (or both) or knocks the treat out of my hand. In this case, it was the latter. She knocked the treat out of my hand, and neither one of us saw where it landed.

So she started sniffing around in the road. When you have a dog like Delilah, you know whether she got the treat or not. In this instance, clearly she hadn’t.

Did I mention it was dark? And the feeble light I had on my hat wasn’t making enough light for me to check the road, so I whipped out my phone to access the flashlight feature and started looking about. Of course Delilah was looking too and guess what? Neither one of us could spot the treat.

I raised my flashlight a little higher so I could expand the search area and it was then that I spied it.

It was on her back.

Yeah, apparently when she went for the treat, it flipped over her head and landed on her back.

It’s always the last place you look.

How do you feel about this Daylight Savings thing? I hear at least 8 states are considering doing away with it, but with varying degrees. Some want to do away with the fall turn back, while Rhode Island wants to switch to Atlantic time…

Tomorrow we’re guest blogging on the Jones Natural Chews blog to help Miss Flea out while she battles cancer, so pop on over to give her some love and tell her we sent you. 🙂