Have you ever read the children’s book by Robert Munch titled Thomas’ Snow Suit? The adorable little boy is reluctantly bundled up to the max in preparation of having an afternoon romp in the snow. His snowy day outfit is complete with snow jacket, snow pants, boots, scarf, hat, and mittens. Every time I bundle Jellybean up for a romp in the snow or a potty walk, I am thankful that the people who design dog clothing are quite in tune with the needs and habits of our four-legged friends. A quick squat and it is business as usual, then back to romping and playing in the snow, no worries about the outfit.
Aside from allowing Jellybean to potty as needed, her new snowsuit is really quite ingenious. It allows her to dive in head first, bulldozing the snow-filled yard as efficiently as any Troy Bilt Storm 2410 model without getting snow and ice balls packed on her legs and in her pits. Her face, on the other hand, is a different story. She looks up and it is literally packed with snow, eyes barely visible. She gives a shake and back she goes for another round. She then rolls on her back making a line of snow angels. As her back digs into the snow, the resulting imprints resemble a line of giant hotdogs. Suddenly her tail takes her by surprise. She begins to spin circles, snow flying around her as she chases this mysterious, silky creature. When the chase is complete, the yard looks like someone has been here spinning donuts on a snow mobile.
Did I mention that Jellybean also wears snow boots? Maybe I should say Jellybean has snow boots. It is quite the effort to get them on her. But for goodness sake, with the recent bone-chilling sub-zero temps, what is a poor little puppy to do? So we try. If she is walking, just taking care of business, they are quite effective. They protect her feet from the cold and salt-covered sidewalks and roadways. However, when she is bull-dozing, rolling, and zipping around in circles, I can count on at least two of her red and black Muttluks flying off her feet sailing high in the air. It must be the kindergarten teacher in me that never went away, but I find myself counting throughout her snowy day follies to make sure all four paw coverings are accounted for. “One, two, three, four. Yep still on.” A few minutes later, “One, two, three, four. Oh, good. We’re on a roll.” Once again, “One, two, wait a minute. Where are numbers three and four? Is that your boot all the way across the yard hanging on the snow-covered bush? Oh, I see number four over by the driveway. My goodness, Jellybean, you really know how to have fun in the snow!” That’s my girl; my snow-loving, rambunctious, silly little puppy!