Yes, we are still in the grip of ice. It’s been either sleeting, freezing rain, or snow all day long.
To the right you can see the icicles hanging off the “tunnel” that leads from the house to the boys’ kennel outside (no, the boys did not get to go outside at all today).
Everyone, I think, is already feeling the effects from being cooped up inside. Cats, dogs, humans. And we’re lucky — we don’t have to look forward to this all winter, although the forecast remains yucky (rain, even possibility for more ice later in the week) all week long.
The real challenge, though, is getting Lola to do anything at all outside. She goes out because she has no choice — she’s on a leash. But it took until 2pm today for her to produce anything; and she hadn’t pooped in 2 days!
Now, that would be wonderful if she was housetrained and could be trusted in the house. But even though she doesn’t have many accidents, she isn’t trained. So she can’t be trusted in the house when she hasn’t gone. So she spent until 2 pm in her crate — with me taking her out every hour or so.
She does seem much more comfortable when she’s let loose in the familiarity of our backyard. But there’s a couple of problems with that:
- I can’t follow her to see what she does, because it’s too icy for me to get off the patio (but not for the dogs, apparently)
- Even though I can’t follow her, I do watch her — but she seems to be determined to stay out of sight behind bushes!
Chester, on the other hand, is well trained. He’s learned to go outside on his own. In fact, one night he woke me at 3 am, and since it was very cold, I sent him out on his own. When we went back to bed, he dove under the comforter & spent the rest of the night curled up by my feet — under the comforter!
This is how the boys have spent much of their last couple of days. It’s warmer when you cuddle.
This has nothing to do with the ice. My husband was up earlier than usual this morning, and he was able to catch this scene that occurs most mornings: Chester stays on his bed while I prepare the dogs’ breakfast, and the boys wait for tidbits on their stools.
Only they don’t get anything from the dogs’ breakfasts. They do, sometimes, get tidbits from the dogs’ dinner, however, which is Wysong Archetype (which they love). So I guess hope springs eternal.
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