Guide dog life
What The Dog and I Do In a Blizzard
On days when we cannot make our way down the sidewalk due to drifting snow, writing keeps me sane. But what about Cooper?
The snow has started, but it isn’t falling nicely like it does for Norman Rockwell. It’s been blowing and howling and cuts through our clothes like a knife.
When we shovel the walks early, they’re covered again by noon. Some days we wait, though if we clear them every few hours, there’s a chance we’ll be able to identify them when the snowfall ends.
In my About Me story, I said that during winter up North we either watch hockey, drink beer, or write. Well, there’s no game on and it’s too chilly for beer and I don’t like it much anyway, so I’m writing.
But what about Cooper?
It was our first winter together when I discovered that he loves ice.
This video is 45 seconds — you might like it. There’s music!
Usually, I get bundled up for the cold and take some videos and snow pics.