Hey, it isn’t what you think….let me explain.
You know about Chewy, our little 10 pound basically blind and (IS) deaf dog. With the snow, she cannot tell where the end of the deck is. When she gets down her handicap ramp, she has a hard time finding her way back to it (especially if it is sunny), so life for Chewy this winter will be difficult.
Two nights ago, about 2 a.m. she needed outside. I grabbed my heavy horse blanket robe, for sure had my slippers on (they are really good ones; $6.00 a pair!! HA!) and let her out the door. There was enough snow on the deck that I knew she wasn’t going to even try to go off the deck to do her thing. I was standing right there at the door waiting for her to get done so I could open the door and before I could do anything else, she walked right off the edge of the DECK and sunk into the fluffy snow bank that was piled up there.
I quickly stepped out onto the deck and I know why slippers are called slippers…it is derived from the word slippery. Fortunately, I caught my footing and was able to reach the poor little thing. She hadn’t had time to struggle yet (I think she was in shock and awe) so hadn’t sunk any deeper. All that was sticking out was her head, just the top of her back and part of her tail. We both were pretty darn cold and had snow all over us.
So I have decided I’m gonna get a rod and reel and attach Chewy’s 20’ leash to it and then attach her to the leash when she goes out at night. That way, if she gets lost or takes a header into the snow bank, I can just reel her back in…that is the draggin’ the line part.
For the Record Book
1 week ago