Doxie Doodle, Surf Dog Diaries reporter, takes a walk on the wild side- a hike up past spectacular Mount Hood, past wild bad eagles, wildflowers, towering cliffs, and writes his own dog blog about life in the Columbia River Gorge.Read More
Hi, my name is snow.
I hang out in winter.
I am winter.
Oh, this isn’t winter? What, with the Ides of March and St. Patty and Spring Forward and all?
I was a Snow Angel
when you were a kiddo.
A snowman you patted together with soggy gloves,
beaning neighbor kids with snow ammo.
Snowboarding the front yard - super-G downhill Olympics! The THRILL OF VICTORY! The agony of defeat!
Sticking your tongue out,
gulping down snow flakes like frosted flakes.
I am a snow dog day.
Nose and paws
porpoising up from the depths in the yard -
skying up, up and away!
Surfing frozen waves -
paws and tail and tongue
in mid air!
Barking and biting at little white treats…
sprinkled from above.
I am a Snow Day.
I threaten life if you’re not careful.
I am power outages and
long term sub-freezing temps.
I am no internet! (Like, O M G!)
I am no longer just a day, or
a week, or
I am Snowmeggadon.
Hear me roar.
A force of nature.
I AM nature.
Was there ever any doubt about
who was in charge?
shovel driveways and sidewalks
and plow and scrape the roads,
unearthing cars from
my smothery, mothery snow blanket.
I am icy roads and
I am the heart of the hearth -
the fireplace glow.
And I am
digging out with my neighbors,
taking care of the quail in the yard,
defrosting the hummingbird feeder. Daily.
I am snow bus routes and
cutting into summer.
But it wasn’t so long ago
that I was
Drought Emergency Declaration 2015.
And Eagle Creek Wildfire, #1 fire in the country, 2017…
Be careful what you wish for.
Oh, that’s right, but this isn’t winter.
We’re springing forward!
This isn’t Global Warming. Or Climate Change.
This is just…. The New Norm.
Never ending winters.
I once was
your Snow Angel.
Don’t you be so
Dear Dog Diary:
Recycle dog Rusty here.
In a former life, I was a toaster. And scrap metal.
We Oregonians are way into reuse and recycling - so now I have a new life. As yard art.
Tiki Dude and I are surfing, or should I say, suffering, snow in the yard. Lots and lots of snow. In the Columbia River Gorge - surf dog central - normally.
Here are a few pix before, during, and now.
It’s Snowmeggadon 2019 - the biggest winter in decades.
We thought two years ago, Snowmeggadon 2017 was bad. Snowpocalapse! It snowed for three months straight! There may be something to this global warming thing. Because winters are not normal anymore.
Ask any person about shoveling snow, every day, for three months and see how they react.
This Snowmeggadon hasn’t lasted as long (yet) - only three weeks so far, with no sign of stopping- but the dumps are way higher, way deeper every day. You can’t go anywhere, do anything, move. You’re just stuck.
It’s late February! It’s supposed to be over!
So, we just hang out. Yard art for Surf Dog Diaries.
Watching, as the girl runs around, shoveling snow. Again.
The dog and cat guarding the house, inside, warmed by the fire. Not motivated.
Now she’s scraping the roof – there’s a thing called snow load - too much snow can cave your roof.
For sure this is too much snow.
Tiki Dude and I thought we’d pitch in and do the Dog Blog.
I’m trying my best here to be cheerful but Tiki’s smile is a little scowly lately.
He’s keeping a stiff upper lip….
Ooh! Sunshine came out for a moment!!! Here’s my happy ear flap up - crumb tray out look….
Hey, would you believe – I have a defrost button!?! We may have to try it out this winter.
I checked on surfboard dude in the driveway and here’s what he had to say…
Guess he’s the strong, silent type.
And the BBQ boyz?
They’re pretty silent, too.
Momma quail yard art is almost visible again. She’s just peeking out.
Her kids, still buried under snow.
Thankfully, our actual quail neighbors still commute through the yard – their food is buried, too. So the girl puts out seed every day for them.
And defrosts the hummingbird feeder.
On the front porch are the prayer flags. They flitter and float. They’re a little more lively than the rest of us.
Of course, a roof overhead can’t hurt.
Then again, they are hanging with icicles.
Here are cars.
Now they’re yard art, too.
Snow day! It’s super fun at first.
But then you want it to go away after about a week. Like normal.
Day after day, snow and snow and snow, just wears you down.
My tail’s drooping a little here.
I may be a little rustier than usual.
We’d appreciate a normal winter, is all.
Can you help us with that, Diary?