What I haven't told many of you, but on Friday I had my girly surgery. So to say the very least, my first days at Greyhound Gardens, well, they suck. So this morning bright and early I am excited to go with the boys.
Wrong, wrong, wrong. That snowy, wintery pasture of parad-ice. Solid ice. Greyhounds, are dogs on stilts. We don't do well on ice.
For the first time, I was actually envious of that low-to-the-ground, Basset Hound, Lucee.
Wrong, wrong, wrong. That snowy, wintery pasture of parad-ice. Solid ice. Greyhounds, are dogs on stilts. We don't do well on ice.
For the first time, I was actually envious of that low-to-the-ground, Basset Hound, Lucee.
As I move around parad-ice, I thought you might like to see a little of what we are looking at.
A half-inch of ice has actually accumulated on everything. So imagine what four inches of snow is like with an ice coating. As I take one step, I fall through and if I don't fall through, I slide.
A half-inch of ice has actually accumulated on everything. So imagine what four inches of snow is like with an ice coating. As I take one step, I fall through and if I don't fall through, I slide.
The maple tree.
The spinner.
The garden greyhound.
And for your promised weather report. Still below freezing. A very light freezing rain falling.
Here is my best advice to everyone:
Here is my best advice to everyone:
Find a buddy and snuggle.
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