Only Half of the Team Hates Winter

I still hate winter. As I write this it is 62 degrees outside and the snow is melting faster than the rivers can carry it away. Even though there are flood warnings up everywhere, I am happy. So long snow. Don’t hurry back.

The other half of the team, however, apparently doesn’t hate winter. Sinta loves the snow. When I let him out of the car he runs through the snow like he is chasing a rabbit. As I watch him, it reminds me of the fun I used to have when I was a little kid. He’ll run up snow piles and then jump off into the snow. He’ll bury his head. He’ll flip onto his back and try his best to make a snow angel, though it’s tough when your legs go straight up.

I catch myself smiling while I watch him. I smile until I remember that I hate winter and then I make myself scowl. Sinta runs back to the car, covered in snow and smiling. I swear he is smiling.

I suppose I could take a lesson from him and go out and play in the snow again. Run around and enjoy myself like I did 25 years ago. Dogs are smart like that. They can teach you a lot if you are willing to listen. I don’t know. Maybe I’ll give it a shot if…when, we get more snow.