Saturday, March 17, 2007

Snow Cones

Where does the time go? It feels like a lot has happened this week: Ruthie's birthday (today!), March Madness, some school shenanigans which made me very excited to graduate, our first 75 degree day followed immediately by a winter storm complete with four inches of snow, and Satchel got neutered. Oh, and I taught Satchel how to 'give me five'.

Satchel is dealing quite well. The cone seems to be the most annoying part of the whole thing, and unfortunately he has two weeks more of that. It's not just that he can't lick at the affected area, which is why he's wearing the cone. It's that he's already so low to the ground, the cone hinders him from doing things like running up the stairs. The bottom lip of the cone gets stuck on the edge of the step in front of him, and he gets wedged in. Funnier is we've been going out to run in the snow because he loves the snow. But now when he sniffs and raises his head up to continue walking, he scoops up snow in the cone. By the end of a walk, he has a generous pile of snow inside the cone and between the layers of the cone where it's fastened together. We then sit on the couch and wait for it to melt.


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