Or so I thought.
What does that mean, you ask? Well, let me tell you about my first real adventure in deep snow. We all piled in my friend’s car (that would be Heidi, Toby, Macy and me) and off we went to Mt. Hood.
On the way, we stopped and Mom handed over some green papers for a sno-park pass. It was a good thing because tickets for LOTS of green papers were being written left and right. We finally got there and Mom and her friend put on these giant shoes and we took off up the hill. I realized pretty quickly this wasn’t going to be a piece of cake. The snow was hard on top and all soft and squishee underneath. I tried walking on top of it, but kept falling through. Maybe digging a path would help!
That didn’t work, so we trudged along, one step at a time. I did find out you shouldn’t step on Mom’s giant shoe.
Oops, Mom. Do you need help up?I did find some spots where the snow was hard enough to hold my svelte 40-pound body. My buddies didn’t fare as well…our tongues were hanging out pretty quickly!On the way home, we made a quick stop at 1000 Acres. That was in case we weren’t tired enough (or something like that).
I was able to get in a little herding practice and had just enough energy left to dig a hole.
We decided the next time we go on a mountain adventure, we should go right after 3 new feet of snow fell instead of waiting until it warmed up and the snow got all hard on top (but not hard enough). At least I didn’t find any pot!
You are NEVER going to believe this—when we got home, I didn’t have to have a bath!