Despite all the prognosticators of weather that Arkansas would only have snow in December due to La Nina, where the temperature pattern of the Pacific Ocean determines weather in the US, we had about 3 inches of snow Monday in north central Arkansas. We also had a light snow amount in January. So much for weather forecasters, the Farmer's Almanac, and other prognostications.
Luckie seems to be recovering from her chronic Ehrlichiosis. She decided to run and play in the snow yesterday, as if she were two years instead of 13 years old. She barked at everything that moved and raced around her fenced yard, trying to scare feral cats, squirrels and the neighborhood grouchy groundhog who were scavenging for food.
She came in several times with huge snow flakes to shake the snow and cold water all over us. I'd wipe her off and out she went again. She has a nest of dead leaves she uses as a soft bed from which she oversees her perceived worldly territory.
Once she came in the house in such a ridiculous mess I had to laugh. The hair on her head reminded me of small boys I see at church with short haircuts which stand straight up on their heads. Their parents probably use some kind of mousse to get the effect.
Needless to say, Luckie was very disgruntled when I closed the doggie door and made her stay in the house till her feeding time which was nearly dark. When I finally opened it up again, she had lost her zeal; maybe she has beginning dementia and forgot about grouchy groundhog. Not likely!
Despite her age, she knows exactly my morning routine: the order I start the coffee pots and additives like milk or flavors, then I take my morning medicines; then I retrieve water and cheese from fridge to start her breakfast.
She won't take her meds without cheese or peanut butter. She takes PROIN (for spayed female bladder leakage), Pepcid 10 mg for tummy, and phenobarbital for seizures. She gets Beneful and --get this: purified cooled water from the fridge.
If I am too slow she has a toy, a porcupine until I had to amputate its identifying nose, arms, legs and tail because she began her own surgery strewing cotton everywhere. (I sewed her surgery up, too.) She squeaks it until I feed her. It has an nerve wracking, nerve grating noise for a 75 year old woman barely moving early in the morning.
I ought to feed her the minute she waltzes in the kitchen, but I am just stubborn enough to think husband's and my coffee and meds come first.
Below is Luckie's Mother Nature hairdo!