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Days in the snow

After joyfully reading Julene’s blog “A Day Off” I started to think about when I would play in the snow with my sheltie Maggie.  We got her when I was about 2 years old.  My mom rescued her from an abusive family in Iowa and she remained with us until shortly after we moved to Utah and just months shy of my 16th birthday.

Anyway, on to my story.

Maggie always loved to be outside with us kids no matter the weather.  In the summer she would chase us around the yard, run under the swings as we swung in the air, and she would play soccer with us.  In the winter my dad would shovel paths through the yard so that Maggie could run through the snow with out falling in because there are few winters in Iowa that we have light snows.  In clearing these paths my dad would make one very LARGE pile of snow.  Well, one year I was playing outside with Maggie, running around the yard, throwing snowballs at her (which she would catch), and just having the kind of fun only a young girl and her best friend could have, when I decided to pick her up and throw her into the pile of snow dad had built up.  Once she was able to wiggle her way out of the snow she came running at me with a vengeance, barking as loud as possible and running as fast as her little legs could carry her.  When she caught up with me, which never took her long, she grabbed the leg of my snow pants and shook it as hard as she could.  This ended up becoming a game between the two of us that we kept up for years.  I remember as I got older and didn’t play outside as much, I took Maggie outside so she could play in the snow and I stood outside with her.  She looked up at me, looked over at the pile of snow, and looked up at me again.  It was as if she were saying “I miss playing with you.  Can we play our game today?” and in that moment I quit being a teenage and quickly became a kid again as I played in the snow with my little Maggie.

I miss her so much.  She was my guardian angel, best friend, and, very importantly to me, she was my “grow-up” dog.  Everytime I see a big pile of snow I can’t help but smile because I think about how I started a special game with a very special dog.


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1 comment to Days in the snow

  • Harleysmom

    Oh how wonderful to have those memories. I’m sure she pops in and checks on you. I’ll bet she misses you too. Our shelties have some special affinity with snow day’s don’t they? I loved and appreciated your story. Thanks for giving me a big smile tonight.

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