While snowdays for school may be a thing of the past, they are still alive and well for dogs and their human compadres.
I took the PawMedica boys to Carl Schurz park on the first snowy day of the year and there were dogs everywhere. Big dogs prancing through the snow and little dogs barreling through the shoulder height snowdrifts. It was a beautiful site. I was able to block out the lingering knowledge that this lovely snow would soon turn to sludge that would fester for weeks in the Manhattan streets.
Despite being almost 3 years old, this was Henry's first time playing in snow that was actually sticky enough to play in. He wasn't a fan at first but he warmed up to it rather quickly. Loo, on the other hand, was moving around like a pro. I looked up the area where he came from in China - and it does get snowfall - so I assume this wasn't his first snow-deo.
I think City-Dogs especially appreciate the snow
Henry, Loo, and I go off-path when trekking through the park, but more often than not, city dogs like these two are stuck walking on the pavement. They don't seem to mind, but of course they'd rather have dirt and grass instead of pavement. Yesterday, every dog out there had an extra pep in their step. Pavement doesn't exist on snowdays.
To the the boys - neither did stairs - which was unfortunate for me. While usually they have to climb the stairs with their little legs, the snow created a leveled out hill where they could run straight up and down. When we were running, they kept turning me to go up and down the stairs.
For me and my two legs, things weren't as easy. Yes, I fell. No, I don't think there were any witnesses (shwoo). Luckily, my many layers padded the fall.
The dog park was surprisingly empty
There were so many dogs strolling through the snowy park, I thought for sure the doggy park would be packed. The big dog run has just 2 dogs in it. The little dog run, where my best buds fit in, was completely empty at first. One of the big benefits of having 2 pups is that you're never riding solo at the doggy park.
After a few minutes, we were joined by a little friend.
The little pup who joined us is only 4.5 months old and his little nub of a tail was wagging to the max. He tired quickly and then it was back to just our trio. We were all pretty wet from the snow at this point, so we started heading home.
Once we got home, it was bath time - which is never an easy time. But finally both of the little furballs were clean and dry and they retreated to their favorite napping areas.
