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?
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