It seems like every time we talk to G-Ma & G-Pa lately they are expecting snow in Maryland. They got a little bit of snow earlier this week and they are expecting a lot more at the end of the week.
All this talk of snow got me thinking about the boys and their romps in the white stuff. Most of their snow pictures are from when they were puppies and believe it or not I did not have a digital camera back then. So, I went digging through all of our photo albums and found these pictures of the boys out and about in the snow.
I think it is pretty cool because these pictures are from one of the biggest snow storms on record for Baltimore. Between Februrary 15-18, 2003, 28.2" of snow fell. The link shows this storm as the biggest storm in MD history, but I know they beat that mark in December 2009. But the page above hasn't been updated since 2005. In any case 28.2" is a lot of snow. I remember how the boys thought it was fun at first, but then just how quickly they got tired of it. After a certain point, they couldn't go anywhere unless a path was cleared because the snow was just too high.
The pugs were all loaded up in the car and we were on our way to a park, when we decided to make an impromptu visit to the dog beach. The pugs hadn't been to the beach in months so we thought they would like it for a change. The only problem was that it wasn't an ideal beach day. It was cloudy, windy and cold. But we weren't going to let a little thing like the weather stop us. Plus, with the weather not being ideal we thought there was a good chance we would have the dog beach to ourselves and it turns out we were right.
Everyone had a good time except Sol was a bit disappointed. The lovely folks that she coaxed into giving her a hamburger the last time she was there were not at their pavilion. As soon as we passed the spot, she went to look for them. She smelled every inch of the picnic area, but alas they were not there. With no hamburgers, Sol didn't really see the fun of the beach.
One thing I can tell you for sure is that Luna has made us laugh a lot in the four years she has been with us. She is a tiny little thing, but she is full of so much spunk that you can't help but laugh. Watching her try to lay down and chew a 12" bully stick or rawhide bone that is taller than she is always gets me. And I never get tired of watching her come up for air from her food bowl with yogurt and pumpkin spread from cheek to cheek.
While we have had Luna for 4 years, we guesstimate that she is about 6 years old. I often think about what the first two years of her life were like. I don't know too much, but the little girl is covered in scars. Scars all over her body and she even has scar tissue built up on her eyes. She has grayed quicker than any of the other pugs and strangers frequently think that she is the oldest of the pack. I imagine the first two years of her life were horrendous, but I try not to think about it too much. After all, Luna doesn't let it get her down. She has a lot of physical reminders of her past, but she is the sweetest pug you will ever meet. I have never met a pug that is as eager to please as her. The first two years of her life may have been hard, but I like to think that the last 1,461 days haven't been too bad.
