“Didn’t know we were going,” she says. “We would have taken you if we’d known,” she says. “I promise I’ll take you for a really long walk next time it snows,” she says.
“Karma,” says I, the very next morning, as she is standing there shivering and holding the door open for me at half past five. “Better get your snow shoes on…”
Serves her right. I love it when it works like that 🙂
Yes, I know it doesn’t work like that… It doesn’t come on demand, and it isn’t a tit-for-tat thing either. It is all about the Balance thingy that the Black One holds, with the heart and the feather, not about revenge being sweet and, in this case, definitely served cold. But, a dog can dream, can’t she? Call it a figure of speech…
“Would you like to hurry up out there?” she says. Her teeth were chattering by now. She, who has a nice, warm bathroom with a seat near the radiator… would she fancy ‘going’ outside in that weather, I ask you? There were icicles on the water butt… And there’s me, trying to keep the snow all pristine and white for her… Honestly, you can’t please some people.
Anyway, she left me there and disappeared. Came back a few minutes later looking like a big furry ball… but she did have my harness in her hand! I admit, it was tricky trying to contain my excitement while we got ready… the snow was still all white, after all… but minutes later, we were in the lane with miles of clean, clear snow to explore.
Not a two-legs footprint in sight, not even a bird’s… though she said most of them would still be asleep. I think she meant the two-legses though. She kept grumbling about it being too dark for the camera-thingy and talking to herself about being mad as a hatter. I have to say, she is probably right about that… but not because we were out and about so early. Just in general terms.
We did see one of her hawks,though, and the owl was out hunting. We only saw it once over the fields, but you could hear it calling like something out of a ghost story. Lucky she had me to look after her. There were fox prints in the snow by the hedge too… it looked like he was going after the chickens at the farm. I’ve met those chickens though… I didn’t fancy is chances with the big fat one!
By the time we got home again, she was looking a bit blue, though she was smiling. I was a bit on the wet side, though, so by the time she had me dry and had washed all the wet paw prints off the floors she was nice and warm again. I do like making sure she gets proper exercise every day.
We still have snow in the garden, but it has gone all hard and crunchy now…the ball bounces on it! So, while she says she is dreaming of spring and daffodils, I’m dreaming of loads more snow.
Secretly. I think she is too.