Our snow is melting. A few weeks ago youd have thought that was a positive statement. I am happy, to a degree, to see it go only in that this winter was particularly overwhelming. It was insurmountable and we truly felt shut in and claustrophobic as the snow banks continued to pile up! Safety became a concern, especially considering the safety of people who simply have to get around. But here I stand, cup of coffee in hand on a rainy, warm spring morning, listening to birds chirping (the crickets sang for the first time last night) and look out at the ALASKAN malamutes. They are in mourning. They stand or sleep on their ever shrinking snow piles. They look around, bewildered, at the new landscape that they are surrounded by. Tails are down. The view from their runs is a drastically different than a few weeks back...and from what they have observed over the last five months. In the fall, when those first northern breezes began to blow, they perked right up and there was an excitement to their body language. Perhaps it is the rainy, dreariness of the morning, but I am not seeing that today. The puppy, Dupree, wont run up or down the stairs to the deck, because they look different. All he knows was the snow mountain he was able to climb. The teenager, Base, is clinging to his snow pile and with tail down, wondering where his fortress has gone. And the other teenager, Brody, pecks at the new ground below his feet. No more ice chunks to chew. I know I am anthropomorphizing, but I cant help but wonder what is going through their minds. I look forward to the change of seasons, and soon, once this messy mud-rain-thaw is complete, they will be romping around in their exercise yard with reckless abandon. Their Bliss will return. #lifewithmalamutes #spiritrunmalamutes #winterthaw #springtime
Posted on: Tue, 22 Apr 2014 13:08:32 +0000
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