Snow Dogs

Chancey-Snow-Pants

A little bit of winter cheerfulness….there is just nothing quite as joyful as dogs playing in freshly-fallen snow.  My mom lives in the local mountains, and they got a nice little dump last week–just in time for a quick weekend visit from the Farmhouse mutts.

Chance surveys his snowy domain.

Chance surveys his snowy domain.

Abbie practices her boxer stance.

Abbie practices her boxer posture.  And her camouflage.

One of my mom's sweet labs pauses to bat his eyelashes at me.

One of my mom’s sweet labs, Dudley, pauses to bat his eyelashes at me.

You have to physically pry this dog out of the snow.

Chance is way too comfortable in the snow.  DNA test results be damned!!–this mutt’s got some sort of snow dog in him.

It's not too cold for a little nappy-nap.

It’s not too cold for a little nappy-nap.

Abbie tries to will Chance to play with her, but he's 13 and too mature for those sorts of shenanigans.

Abbie tries to pressure Chance to play with her, but he’s 13 and far too mature for such shenanigans.

She's about to put that theory to the test, though....

She’s about to put that theory to the test, though….

....and it's GAME ON.  Look at that self-satisfied grin on the white-dog's mug!

….and it’s GAME ON. Look at that self-satisfied grin on the white-dog’s mug!

Don't mess with Chance's peaceful snow time!

No one messes with Chance’s peaceful snow time!

Suffer the wrath!

Suffer the wrath of the grizzly!

Oops!  Dudley accidentally runs through the warpath.

Oops! Dudley accidentally runs through the warpath and gets a boxer-thump meant for Chance.

This one doesn't miss its intended target.

This one doesn’t miss its intended target.

Snow Play

Abbie wanders off and we lose sight of her in the snow.

Abbie grows bored and wanders off to blend in with the snow.

There she is.

This is Chance standing just outside the threshold of the door, coming just close enough to obey the 'come here' command, but refusing to get out of the snow.

This is Chance standing just outside the threshold of the door, coming just close enough to obey the ‘come here’ command, but refusing to get out of the snow.  Saucy little mutt.

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8 thoughts on “Snow Dogs

  1. Charlotte Zweigoron December 17, 2012 at 10:50 pm Reply

    Even I think it looks like fun to run and play in that beautiful snow!! Don’t get much of that here in Georgia… Have a wonderful holiday season and a very merry Christmas!!. Your blog always brightens my day

    • farmhouseK8 December 17, 2012 at 11:35 pm Reply

      Oh, thanks, Charlotte! Same to you–I always love your comments! 🙂

  2. Katja @ Shift Ctrl ART December 17, 2012 at 11:00 pm Reply

    Beautiful pictures! I miss the snow sometimes.

  3. Christie December 18, 2012 at 12:10 am Reply

    Your boxer is beautiful! I love seeing them romp in the snow (maybe, hopefully we’ll get snow at some point here in balmy Indianapolis).

    • farmhouseK8 December 18, 2012 at 1:30 am Reply

      Oh, thanks! We think she looks especially fetching romping in that fresh snow! 🙂

  4. tbnranch December 18, 2012 at 3:12 pm Reply

    Great pics, thanks for sharing a little bit of fun in the snow…. snow? what’s that? ha ha!

    • farmhouseK8 December 18, 2012 at 3:52 pm Reply

      Normally, I would agree–definitely don’t get it around here. But luckily we’ve got it within a reasonable driving distance! 🙂

  5. hopefarms December 24, 2012 at 3:33 pm Reply

    Love the narration! Your humor always makes me laugh! You definitely know your mutts :0)

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