WHEN ENOUGH IS ENOUGH

BishopARTO-300-72“Hey, wait, stop,” I say.

But I am late, too late. Covered with ice and melting snow, the huge hairy beast is on me. Before can dodge out of the way, I am as sodden, and far colder, than Bubba. He likes the weather. He’s got a fur coat. I have naked skin, a serious disadvantage in wintry New England.

I glance out the window.

Late in the twilight. Almost dark. No stars shining nor moon. The heavy cloud cover obscures the sky. Looking up, all I can see are swirls of snowflakes. What little light remains reflects on the whitened driveway and yard. Every branch is glittering — as if a giant with a marking pen has come to highlight my world.

Winter is here even if ย the calendar hasn’t caught up. The fluffy whiteness and biting wind are unmistakable evidence the seasons have switched. Not to mention the giant sodden fur ball melting in my lap, pinning me to the sofa and breathing hotly in my face.

Iย am sure Mother Nature isn’t big on dates. Or double-checking to see if the solstice has come. When she and Mr. Frost get together to party, we get buried. Sometimes earlier, sometimes later.

Before I have a chance to move, the other fur children arrive, each wearing a snow blanket, trailing puddles and paw prints across what had been an almost clean floor. They are so wonderfully happy. I regard my house and my pack. They are bouncing around like a pile of doggy ping-pong balls, exuding enthusiasm and good cheer.

“It’s snowing Mom,” they wriggle and bark. Dancing with joy because they don’t need a bundle of gifts under a tree to tell them it’s time to be happy, to celebrate.

As far as they are concerned, snow is enough. Life is enough. Enough is enough.

28 thoughts on “WHEN ENOUGH IS ENOUGH

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  6. I feel ready for a warm mug of wassail as I stare outside at the snow gently falling. What a wonderful picture you painted. I love my fur children too. Unfortunately the white Christmas will only be in my dreams this year.

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  7. I love the image of happy little “doggy ping pong balls” ๐Ÿ™‚
    It’s very windy here and chucking it down with rain which is a shame because yesterday was crisp and clear. The temperature has been very unseasonable – two days ago it was 13 degrees! More like autumn temperatures. I haven’t seen the temperature drop below freezing even once yet. Weird.

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  8. We haven’t had a lot of snow yet, but our dogs sure do love it. I don’t mind our big dog being on my lap, full of snow, but the constant need to mop the floors does drive me batty!

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    • The mopping has become almost automatic. I have towels EVERYWHERE. My problem with gigantic lap dogs is I have breast implants … and Bishop (Bubba) has wicked feet. I’m always afraid he’s going to rip a hole in me in his enthusiasm. His passion for me is a bit obsessive. I appreciate the adoration, but he weight a solid 75 pounds and once he has me pinned, I’m helpless. But laughing ๐Ÿ™‚

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  9. My dogs love the snow too. I currently live in NJ, so we’ve been out in the snowy woods for the past week. And the dogs are going out in the backyard ten times more often than they normally do. Glad someone’s happy. I could do without it (I’m from CA!).

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    • I love my fur kids, but the big ones never seem to realize they are NOT lap dogs! I don’t think I’ll be getting any more big ones … but they are special. Just very large and klutzy … and never seem to know it.

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