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Trail Packing: Wordy Wednesday!

I tried really hard to get this up for yesterday. Turns out I’m really a techno-peasant pup. I had to give up my ambitions as a documentary producer and turn the project over to my scribe. To my relief though, even she had trouble putting this together for you. She had to break it into two parts to get it to work. That’s all right, though, isn’t it…. Now you can take a quick break for water and treats in between films!

Every winter, Elizabeth packs trails for us to walk on instead of using the big gravel path. It gets slippery, and the growly beasts drive too fast on it, so it becomes dangerous for us to walk on it. Sometimes when black growly beasts pass us, I leap at them. I really hate black. It’s a colour filled with danger. So, I need to protect my two-leggers from it. Problem is, the big gravel path is so hard and slippery that sometimes I fall, or my two-leggers lose their balance and fall, or the growly beasts slide trying to avoid us. One of these days, someone will get hurt….

Elizabeth’s solution is to make us trails through the forest. They are much easier on the paws and I don’t need to stay on a lead. I can forge ahead, scouting for danger without dragging my two-leggers along in my wake. We all enjoy that much more.

The snow is late this year (we didn’t get enough at all last year!), so we’re getting off to a late start on the trail project. But this weekend, Elizabeth packed two. I asked her if we could make a documentary about the process so those of you who don’t have snow or webbed paw extenders like Elizabeth’s can see how it’s done. I hope you enjoy our little feature. It’s about 51 dog minutes long (that’s just over 7 human minutes… BOL!). It took us longer to pack the trail, but we didn’t show you everything. It took us MUCH longer to put the film together. Whew…!

Snow Kidding!

While we were snowed in this weekend, Elizabeth decided to go through some of her old things. Among them she found a postcard of a place she visited when she was a child, Bourton-on-the-Water Model Village. She showed it to me and told me what a nifty place it was – everything built to scale. It was like a three dimensional map of the village. There was even a model of the model village in the model village. Kinda got my head spinning. I don’t think I could have nosed my way into any of the houses. Not very useful…. But it seemed to bring some happy memories back for Elizabeth, that picture.

Elizabeth finished tidying, then shovelled snow, knitted, shovelled more snow, fed the birds, shovelled more snow and shovelled some more snow for the rest of the weekend. She hasn’t put on her webbed paw extenders yet, but I know she’s thinking about it. I think all the shovelling has made her too tired to pack the trail.

I was pretty much at loose ends. There haven’t been any intruders other than a few small growly beasts that race on the hard water of the river. I barked at them for a while from my lookout. Otherwise, it’s been a bit boring. We haven’t even gone for any rides in our growly beast since Thursday.

Here's why we haven't gone for a ride...

Here’s why we haven’t gone for a ride…

No one has come to visit – they can’t get in any better than we can get out!

It’s been pretty quiet.

Yesterday morning while Elizabeth was shovelling the wooden walkway in front of the cooking room, a huge, dark grey, very noisy bird flew low over the house. I’ve never seen anything like it before! I thought it was low enough to be a threat, so I barked at it and it turned sharply and flew away. I’m sure that if it had landed on the house it would have crushed it. I’ve never seen a bird that big before! It was colossal.

Elizabeth said two-leggers ride inside and use them for search and rescue operations. She says maybe the military were practicing, or maybe there are two-leggers in trouble in the area and the military two-leggers are trying to find and help them. She called the big bird a Hercules Airplane.

I thought maybe they were looking for us the way it swooped down at the house, but Elizabeth says she doesn’t think so. I’m sorry now that I scared it away.

Elizabeth had just finished shovelling the porch deck off when Rob the Snowman came down the hill to rescue us. Before I could say hello, though, he’d turned around and left!

Rob the Snowman comes to rescue us.

Rob the Snowman comes to rescue us.

When I saw the pile of snow he left, I had an idea. I tore up the hill to try to catch him. I’m very fast, fortunately, and I found him and told him to come back. I had something I wanted him to do for me! Rob’s a very nice two-legger. Anyone who does snow rescue missions must be! He turned around and came back.

I found Rob the Snowman and brought him back...

I found Rob the Snowman and brought him back…

I supervised him while he worked hard to put my plan into effect.

Let that blade down just a bit more, Rob... That's it!

Let that blade down just a bit more, Rob… That’s it!

Easy does it. Mind our growly beast!

Move it just over there. A little more... Got it!

Move it just over there. A little more… Got it!

At last we were done. After Rob the Snowman said goodbye, I went over for a final inspection:

The Final Inspection

The Final Inspection

My Model Pyrenees Mountain Range! Pretty good, eh?  ~:oD=

My Model Pyrenees Mountain Range! Pretty good, eh? ~:oD=

Playing Hookey!

Well, I was going to do a Tail Thumper today…

Elizabeth isn’t going into work today. The long and hilly little gravel path that the growly beast always takes to the big gravel path is so slippery that we can’t even walk on it without falling! Yesterday the temperature rose to 6C, and it didn’t freeze overnight. Elizabeth is grumpy, not because she must close the bookshop for a couple of days – all the snow (what little we have) is melting and she wanted MORE so she could go out and use her webbed paw-extenders!

The growly beast is just above the two posts on the right. Elizabeth says the Ice Road is almost highway-sized!

The growly beast is just above the two posts on the right. Elizabeth says the Ice Road is almost highway-sized!

The MORE part is coming. A great big storm is coming today and tomorrow, and overnight tonight we are supposed to get 15 cm of snow. Tomorrow the temperature is going to drop to the -20C range, which is only just a little colder than what it’s supposed to be.

The Ice Road really stands out now because the thaw has made the surface slushy.

The Ice Road really stands out now because the thaw has made the surface slushy.

The snow is really squishy now. Elizabeth thought this would be a good time to go out and take a photo of the Ice Road, a big path two-leggers make over the river so they can take their growly beasts out fishing or to their cottages. You see, many cottages around here have no gravel paths going into them – two-leggers go over the water in their noisy tin cans to get to them in the summertime.

There's the Sneaky Deer! It's a long ways away from us, so I didn't need to chase it away.

There’s the Sneaky Deer! She’s a long ways away from us, so I didn’t need to worry about her this time.

We saw an SUV-type growly beast go over the Ice Road, and Elizabeth snapped a quick shot from where we were so you could get an idea of the size of the path. Then we went to a better place to take a good scenic shot.

While we were there, a Sneaky Deer came down off Siggy’s Island to cross the river to the mainland. She came all the way to the Ice Road, sniffed at it and decided it wasn’t safe (its all slushy on top from the thaw). She went back halfway to Siggy’s Island, then tried to cross again. But she couldn’t bring herself to risk crossing the Ice Road. She repeated this several times over about twenty minutes, then decided to stay on Siggy’s Island. Probably after the storm, when the Ice Road is covered in snow again, she won’t be afraid to cross it.

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