Over the River and Through the ...

Yesterday it snowed a bit. Then it snained a bit. Then it snowed a bit more. All of it didn't amount to a hill of beans, but it sure raised my hopes while it was happening. The dubious weather people have once again predicted snow and wind for the weekend, so we'll see if they come close to getting it right.

Molly enjoys any occurrence of snow or water, so she was once more overjoyed to get outdoors to play as it tried to snow. She likes to go out and jump around trying to catch the snow flakes as they fall. When there is enough snow on the ground, she likes to burrow into the drifts and then come exploding out like she is a hunter in a blind. But that means she gets all that long fur of hers wet. And muddy. And then she comes inside and tracks the water and mud all through the house. She knows it is wrong, but she just has to do a few victory laps on first coming back in and can't be bothered to wipe her paws. After the victory laps, she retreats to the back porch and gives me a look that screams:

 

"Don't look at me, I don't know who left those puddles on the floor."

But the flattened ears signal guilt as clear as day. So she then looks at me and says:

 

"Well, are you going to forgive me?"

And to seal the deal, she moons me with those big eyes as if to say:

 

"Come on, you know you want to!"

Which is immediately followed by the look that says:

 

"If you don't, I'm going to feel soooo bad."

So of course I forgive her and we resume our normal daily routine (with a bit of added mop action from time to time to get the worst of it off the floor.)