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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?
This is Klaus, my big brown friend.
This is his signature Zen brown dog deep thoughts by Klaus pose.
I love Klaus. He's a big, brown happy-go-lucky guy. With a big dog smile and a big warm heart- always happy to see you on the trail.
But Klaus is really getting old. His coat is changing from brown to yellow. I'm really worried about him. He can't do all the things he loves to do anymore.
That's the only thing I don't like about being a dog. The 7:1 dog rule. Every year, dogs get seven years older. Who made up that stupid rule? Can we please change it?
Big and brown. Size, shape and color
When Klaus' mom Carole adopted him as a puppy at the shelter, the sign said he was good with cats and would grow up to be a medium size brown dog. So they took him home -medium was just right.
But.... turns out, he takes up the entire back seat!! You have to fold down BOTH seats to make him fit! He is Huge. Not even a little bit medium.
Not that size matters. Except when it comes to heart.
Color matters - in a thank God we're not all the same kind of way. All of my friends have color.
Speaking of not being dull... Klaus has a sister - Eloise - she is headstrong. In a good way. She just can't stand being on a leash.
That just could be the new definition of headstrong. I'd call my mom headstrong and she doesn't wear a leash either.
Meanwhile, Klaus is always so Chill.
The friends we make - the crap that happens....
Klaus and I love walking our favorite trail in our home town, Mosier, OR in the Columbia River Gorge. The most amazing place on Earth.
Right next to that spot where, a year and a half ago, the oil train derailed.
Point is, crap happens.
We're on the journey together. The ups and downs. The ride of life. Not every moment is perfect.
I am having surgery this week. They are removing a tumor from my head. I'll be in a cone of shame for several weeks. So, you may not see much of me for a while. I'll do my best to write and tell you how it's going, but mom is a total wreck. Even though she's headstrong.
We had a rough vet year last year, after losing my two old dog bros within months of each other. I'm only 6.5 (45 in dog years) - it's not time for me to fall apart just yet. I was hoping to avoid the vet and old age altogether.
Whatever it is - we face it together.
Thanks for being there.