Text and photograph by Marc Plowman
I hope you can get a refund for this Ski Chalet camp!!! Yes it looks like my summer camp, and all my friends are already here, but it is sooooo brown and boring! I know about the movie White Christmas, and this is no Vermont. The worst part is I got here too late to go up the mountain. Bedtime, I’m told. Stupid counselors!
OMG!!! It is a major movie miracle!!!! Snow is everywhere!! I cannot wait to get outside! Little did the counselors know that I go nuts in snow. My new nickname is “Dog of a Thousand Snow Angels.” The snow is sooooo deep, and the boys next door are soooo short when they are out walking all you see are their leashes angled towards the snow. As I am taller and much more athletic, they have to follow my trails so I have made it my benevolent undertaking to make hundreds of trails up the mountain just for them to follow. Plus I have thrown in a few snow angels to boot.
I have also been labeled a “Snow Magnet.” I come in from the walk with mini snowballs all over from muzzle to tail, and they won’t come off. The counselors think the best solution is to unceremoniously hang me over the sink and hose me down to get rid of the icebergs affixed to my underfur. The only good part is I then get to sit on Helen’s lap wrapped in a big towel, almost as fluffy as me, in front of the fireplace while both counselors rub me dry. Pure Heaven!
The snow seems to be having a weird effect on the counselors. They seem to have become way more boring. We just sleep and eat and don’t go for as many walks as I remember in the summer. However, the snuggles, tummy rubs, and pets have been top notch!! Somehow I keep ending up on my back, all feet in the air, fast asleep.