Tango and I went for a snow walk today. I particularly enjoy snow walks. (Especially when I'm with Tango, my favorite dog.)
Snow walks expose a secret world to me. I see where all the little animals have criss-crossed the fields. I see the paths I'm sharing with other walkers. I see the dinner tables of the small animals where they've had their dinner of nuts and berries.
Tango seems to enjoy those snow walks, too. He sniffs a lot more. He'll stick his entire head into a snow bank, snuffle and snort around, and when he finally emerges, he's a white Labrador, not a caramel-y yellow Lab.
It's interesting to watch - through Tango's behavior - how the snow plows have moved the snow, and the scents, from their normal, reliable spots. Tango tries to sniff his favorite curb only to look slightly bewildered (when he can't find the normal scents?) and then seem surprised to find that scent up the road apiece. I'm guessing all of this, of course, as I only have his body language as my guide.
In any event, I'd say our snow walks are the only good thing about winter. I'm ready for spring and all the melting and mud and mess that comes with it. Anything for green grass and warm breezes!
