Sookie is special. Currently she is curled up on the couch obsessively licking herself (an apparent neurotic doberman trait). Yesterday and Today were trying for her. She has been mixed with excitment and neurosis that goes beyond her normal little mix of crazy. She will stop in front of me and bark her insessant high pitch bark but as soon as I go to take her out she realized her mistake and runs off to pretend to sleep. Ah snow storms stirring a mix of a emotion in the already overly stimulated puppy.
Yesterday when it started to snow I got her out of the house as quickly as possible to give her one last chance to go to the bathroom undisturbed by piles of white flullyness. She obliged but knew then her time was limited. It's interesting to watch her in this weather. She has an utterly adorable sense of curiousity mixed with extreme terror. It's really cute.
Today was tougher as the weather this morning was truly bad. Her normal urge to stick her head into the wind was certainly crushed by the bitter cold and wet that came with it. She hopped around trying to keep her body from touching any snow as she quickly tried to find places with less snow to do her business. Each time it was just taking to long before her little body started to shiver as the cold and wet set in. I feel bad for her; however I have tried to placate the dog with boots and sweaters time and time again and she just refuses to wear them. So instead Sookie suffers through the weather. She takes quick trips to pee outside while holding her poop and instead gassing up the house. God I want the snow gone for both our sakes. Every time I get up and go to the door she has this look of utter panic. Only superseded by her look of utter excitement as she watches the neighbors out the window dealing with the utter mess of white clogging up the neighborhood. Sookie is odd, but sookie is also going to have a long long winter if she doesn't get over it. I
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