Paw prints decorate the snow,
Telling tales in winter’s glow,
Of their runs in bitter fluff,
Proving they are made of tougher stuff.
Dogs may shiver at the door,
Yet still they wish to play some more,
Chasing snowballs in the cold,
And barking, if they be so bold.
I wield my shovel to make a path,
So even tiny shih tzus,
May avoid a frozen bath.
Wrote this to commemorate another year of shovelling the backyard for my two dogs, Jasper the Shih Tzu and Raven the beagle. Raven freezes despite a sweater and coat, and refuses to wear any sort of bootie. Jasper will bark for days outside until we fetch him in, tired of waiting. You would think in the middle of winter, there’s not much to sniff at, but they find something or other. [Jasper on the left, Raven on the right]