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Travels With Maggie: The Muffled Sounds of Winter

Our Short Winter Has Arrived

Two inches of snow isn’t much in the grand scheme of things, but it’s enough to turn my two dogs into frolicking puppies, and that’s what this walk is all about . . . FUN! These two canines absolutely adore the snow, so let’s get started. Put on your galoshes and join us, won’t you?

Won't you join us?

Won't you join us?

The Physics of It All

I’m sure there is some scientific explanation for it, some logical Point A to Point B sort of thing to explain why a fresh snowfall muffles sound so efficiently, baffles and waffles and egghead vernacular, but I’m not interested in any of that right now, this moment, this perfect moment. A logical reason would spoil the magic of it, you know, take away the mystery, and I’m into mystery big time as we silently walk on the white carpet of imagination, the sounds of civilization gone, like standing on the surface of the moon gone, and I just think it is too cool for words . . . literally!

It takes me back to my childhood and the same sense of wonder, waking up in the morning after a fresh snowfall, walking out the front door, and confronted with the amazing silence, almost unnerving, like everyone else on the planet suddenly “caught the last train for the coast,” a shout out to Don McLean and his epic masterpiece, more memories associated with that song for sure.

The dogs? They don’t much care about my musings, or memories, or any other human nonsense. These walks are all about fun and exploration, and off they go, into the woods, chasing after God knows what on this fine, sparkling white day.

Hypothermia Is for Humans

I swear, I’m absolutely certain that dogs can get hypothermia, right? But you’d never know it to watch Maggie and Tobias. They sprint and gallop to the pond and splash around for a bit, twenty-nine degrees, playing in the water, then sprinting through the snow, sticking to their coats, back into the pond, and how in the holy hell do they do that and not get sick? My mind plays tricks and I’m suddenly colder than before, just from watching them, not making it up at all, I actually shivered, an uncontrollable reaction to their nonchalance in the face of frigid conditions.

But here’s the thing: when I was a kid . . . when we were kids . . . we would play for hours out in the snow. Our mothers would almost have to physically drag us inside for some hot chocolate and dry clothes, you know? Our mittens could be frozen to our hands and we would want to stay out, just five minutes more, Mom, please, just one more ride down the hill on the old sled. And somehow we all survived, only to reach this point in life when the mere thought of being cold makes us cold.

How friggin’ sad is that?

Bundle up and let's go for a walk

Bundle up and let's go for a walk

The Wild Child

Toby is that and so much more. He’s eleven months old now and full of piss and vinegar, thanks Grandma, for that lovely phrase. Toby just doesn’t give a hoot about any rules. We are out there, on these walks, to have fun, and by God if that means chasing a passing car or barking at a work crew or disappearing into the woods or harassing the chickens, that is what our pup is going to do. Maggie, his perfect sister, went to obedience school, so she stands by innocently while Toby wreaks havoc on established protocols. I worry some of the folks moving onto this country lane will grow weary of Toby’s behavior but then I think that’s just my age showing, settle down, enjoy the walks and let Toby be Toby. He’s not hurting a darned thing, so where’s the harm in letting a pup be a pup? He doesn’t attack anything. He doesn’t have an aggressive bone in his beautiful body, so for as long as I’m allowed I’m just going to let him run free and enjoy the hell out of this gift of life.

Back to Childhood

And, of course, that takes me back to childhood, enjoying the hell out of life and running free.

To some of you reading this, you young whippersnappers born after, shall we say 1990, it really was quite different growing up in the 50’s and 60’s. Parents were, shall we say, much more lax in their supervision of children. I had one rule to follow when out playing with friends, and that rule was to be in before dark. If I was going on a bike ride I had to tell my mother where I was going, but that was the only restriction. We went for rides to Point Defiance Park, to downtown Tacoma, to Titlow Swimming Pool, and all points east, west, north, and south, wherever the hell we felt like riding, but we had to be back by dark.

The only warning given to us: be careful . . . whatever that meant! It would be impossible to count the number of times I came home with cuts and scratches and bruises and torn pants, and my Mom seemed oblivious to it all. She would put some orange liquid stuff on it, slap on a BandAid, and send me out the door for more adventure.

Hell, I took the city bus home after school, without supervision, by the time I was ten. I would come home, fix myself a snack, do my homework, and go play with friends until my parents came home from work. Today they call that being a latchkey kid; back then we called it living.

The whole point being there was greater freedom back then, and much less fear, and that’s how I want Maggie and Tobias to grow up, free to run and free of fear, and wouldn’t it just be too cool for words if we could return to those days, free to run and free of fear?

Ain’t going to happen and that’s just the real of it!

A good time for some hot chocolate, don't you think?

A good time for some hot chocolate, don't you think?

The Old Man Has Had Enough

Wanna have some fun with a puppy? Toss snowballs up in the air and watch him try to catch them! The first one shocks the hell out of Toby, but after that he is eager and having a great time, the snow exploding as he clamps down on another “ball,” and me laughing so hard I think my ribs will snap in the cold.

And Maggie looking at us both like we’ve lost our minds.

It’s time to go home. I can’t feel my toes any longer, and my fingers aren’t responding real well to commands given.

The dogs are disappointed but they did have a new experience, one they will remember fondly, so it was worth a few cold toes and fingers. I open the truck door and my two beauties jump up in and assume their travelling positions. It’s time to go home and they get a treat and a pat on the head just because.

How about you? Did you enjoy the walk? You can find us most days, about this same time, where the pavement ends and the wonder begins, just an old man and his two dogs, walking down a country road.

See you soon!

2020 William D. Holland (aka billybuc)

Comments

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on February 02, 2020:

You do the same, Zulma, and thank you! Christmas on the beach? I'll pass, thank you very much.

Zulma Burgos-Dudgeon from United Kingdom on February 02, 2020:

I understand completely, Bill. I like having four seasons. It's how I mark the passage of time. I once spent Christmas in Puerto Rico with some relatives. We spent the morning on the beach basking in the sunshine, then had dinner in the backyard on picnic tables. It was so weird. It didn't feel like Christmas at all despite all the good cheer. Never again. It was good to get back home in time for a frosty New Year's Eve.

Enjoy your Sunday, Bill.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on February 01, 2020:

Denise, it's odd, but I don't think I could live in California. I do need the seasons, and all that constant sunshine would wear on me. lol But we are currently in our 30th consecutive day of rain, so it might not be that hard to convince me to move. lol

Denise McGill from Fresno CA on January 31, 2020:

I left snow country (Indiana) for California when I was 7. I remember sliding down the hill in my red wagon and then trudging back up the hill to do it all again. I remember snowsuits that were so tight you could hardly move. But the rest is a blur. I know my dad was tired of shoveling snow and scraping it off his car and was happier in California, so here we are. You bring back memories.

Blessings,

Denise

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on January 30, 2020:

I'm on a roll, Zulma! Kinda fun, actually, and you know i love this community. Thanks dear friend!

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on January 30, 2020:

Sis, your comment came through! Hooray! That right there makes this a great day.

And thank you, Sis! I couldn't have done it without you.

Zulma Burgos-Dudgeon from United Kingdom on January 30, 2020:

Another Hubbie! Congratulations, Bill. Never saw that coming. lol

Suzie from Carson City on January 30, 2020:

Mornin,Bro! No surprise here! CONGRATULATIONS, (once AGAIN) for your WIN as "The Best All-Around Hubber!" A NO BRAINER!! Enjoy your recognition & Prize! Proud of you! Love ya, Sis

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on January 29, 2020:

Thanks for joining us on our walk, Genna. You are a wonderful walking companion. Maggie and Toby send their love.

Genna East from Massachusetts, USA on January 28, 2020:

The muffled sounds of winter are among my favorites in nature. And why is it that so many of our canine friends never seem to feel the brrrr's of winter? You are right about how we used to love to play in the snow as children, as if we had a giant sandbox of crunchy crystals we could mold into anything, and take off on our sleds with the need for speed atop a white buffer that would muffle our falls and stops. :-)

Thank you for this playful and introspective walk with Maggie and Toby, and for taking us back to our childhoods.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on January 27, 2020:

That would be a kick, Dora. I'm going to have to start filming these romps and put them on YouTube.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on January 27, 2020:

Always a pleasure,William. Thank you for joining us.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on January 27, 2020:

Exactly, Kari, and you are very welcome. It's an honest opinion.

Dora Weithers from The Caribbean on January 27, 2020:

As I read this, I imagined you, Maggie and Toby on television in a weekly program. Don't have the name yet, but it's relaxing and reflective with some of your philosophical wisdom sandwiched between dog fun and frolic!

William Kovacic from Pleasant Gap, PA on January 26, 2020:

As the Earls sang in 1962 - "Rememem, Remememember, Remember Then. Thank you for allowing me to take this walk with you guys, and thanks for the memories.

Kari Poulsen from Ohio on January 26, 2020:

Thank you very much Bill! I blame good genes. I use the same reasoning to not lock my vehicle. It's not worth the window since I keep nothing of value in it.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on January 25, 2020:

It is a start, Zulma....we take victories wherever we can find them.

Happy Weekend to you!

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on January 25, 2020:

At least the HP jailer has good taste, Sis! lol

Zulma Burgos-Dudgeon from United Kingdom on January 25, 2020:

I see...the wheel turning slowly. Well, so long as someone is aware, it's a start.

Have a good weekend, Bill.

Suzie from Carson City on January 24, 2020:

Huh??! Well, I'll Be......! Wonder where it's been? Apparently HP has a "Holding Center,".....like the local jail. Just my luck. If they';re gonna arrest anyone, it would be ME! I'm glad it was "released!!"

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on January 24, 2020:

Sis, it just showed up....too funny! We were just cussing about it and your comment popped up. Sigh! Technology will be the death of me.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on January 24, 2020:

I'm with you, Zulma. I've had that happen to me and I've been embarrassed too. HP is aware of the problem, but so far they are stuck on awareness and nothing else. :)

Have a great weekend!

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on January 24, 2020:

Audrey, you need another dog. Clancey would want you to have one to love....just sayin'

love,

bill

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on January 24, 2020:

Well that drive me nuts, John! I checked my settings and everything is as it is supposed to be. Dammit!

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on January 24, 2020:

Constant soup, Lori....our mud season is about six months long. I took the dogs for a walk yesterday and I was miserable while they literally wrestled in the pond.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on January 24, 2020:

Sis, it does happen to all of us. HP has a glitch in their system, and they say they are aware of it. Now they have to move to the next step, from awareness to actual action. lol

I swear, Sis, the world would be a better place if you and I ran it.

Have a great weekend you Night Owl!

love

Bro

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on January 24, 2020:

It's gone now, Heidi, and the mud has returned. Mud season, for us, is about six months long. :) But still we continue to live here. Go figure!

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on January 24, 2020:

Kari, no way you grew up in the 60's How come you look so much younger than I do? It's just not fair!!!

We never locked doors either. We would go run errands or go for a drive in the country, and the house would be unlocked.....still to this day I don't lock my truck. I don't want them breaking a window to get into it, so I just leave it unlocked for them to rifle through it without causing damage. lol

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on January 24, 2020:

Mr.Happy, you are obviously an experienced snow-shoveler. lol If you don't shovel early you are in for a whole lot of backbreaking work later.

Kids on a leash? I've actually seen it...they have them for parents.....so sad!

Thanks a bunch!

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on January 24, 2020:

Thank you Manatita! The older I get, the more reflective I become, and I like the transformation a great deal.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on January 24, 2020:

My how times have changed, John! I don't blame parents for being ultra-protective of their kids today, but it makes me a bit sad that they have to be.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on January 24, 2020:

You are very welcome,Anrie! Thank you for following.

Zulma Burgos-Dudgeon from United Kingdom on January 24, 2020:

Late or no notifications of readers' comments is another thing. Every so often I'll come across comments that are months old that I never knew about because I didn't receive any notifications. It's embarrassing to think that someone who took the time to comment make thinks I've ignored them. I always look them up to apologise for the late response and thank them for their time.

Anrie James from Johannesburg on January 23, 2020:

All I want to do know is take my dogs out for a walk in the snow. Thank you for such a beautiful description.

Audrey Hunt from Idyllwild Ca. on January 23, 2020:

My Clancey loved the snow and I loved watching him play and run around in it. I hope it snows in heaven.

Thanks for sharing another fun-filled story with Maggie and Toby.

Love,

Audrey

John Hansen from Queensland Australia on January 23, 2020:

It happens to about one in four of my comments to Bill. Not to comments to anyone else that I've noticed.

Lori Colbo from Pacific Northwest on January 23, 2020:

This must have been from last week. It's much warmer now and rainy like crazy.

We had a cat who would dive under the snow and thrust his way forward then come leaping out up into the air. It was hilarious to watch.

My yard is soup today.

Suzie from Carson City on January 23, 2020:

Hmmmmm another mystery? Just so you're aware.....I did notice that after I hit send, it appeared my comment went to another place.....as when writers "screen" comments before posting. I thought nothing of it because I thought perhaps you had set your account to do that after a certain hr of the day. (I posted late at night).....So, if you happen to contact HP for any reason, you might want to mention to them that you're "missing" comments from your followers, every now and then. It probably happens to all of us but if someone doesn't say something to us, we don't even know about it!

Heidi Thorne from Chicago Area on January 23, 2020:

Our pups LOVE the snow, too! What's really wild is that they'll be glad to be in it even if the temp drops well below freezing. At under 10 degrees with a wind chill below that, though, they are ready to go back in quickly.

Luckily, I always try to get some video of our pups enjoying the snow. It's pure joy in action.

Savor the fun while the snow lasts!

Kari Poulsen from Ohio on January 23, 2020:

I agree we had more freedom in the 60s, when I grew up. I think kids acted older back then. Nobody thought it was weird to leave the front door unlocked, all the time. We left our door unlocked 24/7 when I was a child. We were never robbed. I don't know if people were more honest then. I think it is because they paid more attention to their own business, and less attention was given to other's business.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on January 23, 2020:

Nope, Sis, it just disappeared into an HP black hole. That's been happening a lot lately and I don't know why.

Mr. Happy from Toronto, Canada on January 23, 2020:

I forgot English had this word: "galoshes". I suppose because I do not wear them - my grandpa used to. The word has Latin origins. In French it's "galoche". In Romanian it's "galosi". Sounds very similar in all three languages though.

"I swear, I’m absolutely certain that dogs can get hypothermia, right?" - They can but especially the furry ones, can endure pretty low temperatures. I had an Airdale Terrier and she would just lay down in the snow and take a nap lol

"And somehow we all survived, only to reach this point in life when the mere thought of being cold makes us cold." - My observation is that we get softer as we age: mentally and physically (not everyone obviously but I have seen it in many).

"The whole point being there was greater freedom back then, and much less fear, and that’s how I want Maggie and Tobias to grow up, free to run and free of fear" - I fully agree. Life was much different even just twenty years ago. I used to live close to a pretty big mall and I would take my dog inside with me. She walked by my leg, always off-leash. Now, You gotta keep your kids and dogs always on the leash lol

Well, awesome photo You got there - I love that snowy look of things! We got dumped-on this past weekend. 'twas fun, I like it. I don't mind shoveling it either, just gotta do it when it's fresh on the ground and not when it ices-up.

Enjoyed the read, thank You!

Suzie from Carson City on January 23, 2020:

Bro? I posted a comment yesterday...(?) Can we know what may have happened? Does some of your feedback get sent somewhere else?

manatita44 from london on January 23, 2020:

Exquisitely done! The snow is actually quite beautiful and amazingly reflective. No wonder you were reminiscing a little, Bro. Interesting dogs Tobby and Maggie. So different and still so similar in some ways.

"Dogs play and frolic

Snow blankets the foliage

Bill reflects on life." - Manatita. Spontaneous piece for you, Bro.

John Hansen from Queensland Australia on January 23, 2020:

What a wonderful walk, Bill. I am sure the dogs love snow and it sounds like Tobias is just enjoying life and all it’s wonders. Yes, I can relate to all you said about your childhood, “Be home by dark,” the only rule we had as well. My friends and I were only Six and seven and walked the two miles to school and back unsupervised every day. This was a great walk today in the snow. I enjoyed it.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on January 23, 2020:

Times have changed indeed, Liz. I'm not sure I'm too fond of some of the changes, but I can't stop them so I might as well stop whining.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on January 23, 2020:

I wish you could too, Mary! Happy Thursday to you, and Happy Memories!

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on January 23, 2020:

Zulma, I can't imagine growing up in the South Bronx....movie memories flood my brain about that neighborhood.

No, I think the orange stuff was mecurachrome or some such spelling....stained the skin for weeks. lol We would all walk around in the summer in shorts and orange splotches on our legs. lol

Happy Thursday my friend.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on January 23, 2020:

Good memories, Linda, and good memories are always welcomed companions.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on January 23, 2020:

Isn't that the truth, Nithya? Simple things have become complicated, and I find that very sad.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on January 23, 2020:

Gosh, MizB, I can't imagine living somewhere where it doesn't snow. We don't get much, but I always look forward to it. I'm sending you snow vibes in hopes they will transform into the real thing for you.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on January 23, 2020:

I miss that freedom, RoadMonkey, and I feel sorry for the kids today that they don't have it like we did.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on January 23, 2020:

Always a pleasure, Ruby! Bev and I often remark about Maggie's patience. She has more than I do for sure.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on January 23, 2020:

Toby was born last year during our big February snowstorm, so he has experienced it before. And no, Sha, I don't believe I've ever put my tongue on a metal pole. Images of the movie Dumb and Dumber have always prevented me from doing that. lol

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on January 23, 2020:

It definitely does, Devika, but then you end up with cold toes. lol

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on January 23, 2020:

Linda,I still have the urge to go sledding, but so far I haven't gone beyond the urge. lol Snowshoeing is much safe,thank you very much.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on January 23, 2020:

Good for you, Becky! Let's remain kids for as long as we can.

Mary Norton from Ontario, Canada on January 23, 2020:

...free to run and free of fear. Thanks for this Bill. I'll be thinking about this for days. I wish I can go back and enjoy this again.

Liz Westwood from UK on January 23, 2020:

There's something magical about freshly fallen snow. We don't get so much in our part of the UK as we used to. I laughed at your comments about changes in upbringing over the years. How times change!

Zulma Burgos-Dudgeon from United Kingdom on January 23, 2020:

As you may know, Bill, I grew up in the South Bronx so what your describing here is the stuff of fantasy for me. So it was wonderful to fulfil that fantasy vicariously through you. Thank you.

That orange liquid your Mom put on your cuts and scrapes, was it iodine? I bet it was iodine. God smite the man who came up with that stuff! I'm reminded of a scene in an old Steve Martin film where a woman tries to apply iodine to his battered and bloody knees. He pulls a gun on her and tells her to drop it. Wish I'd thought of that.

I'm glad the pups had a great day out. You enjoy your day, Bill.

Linda Crampton from British Columbia, Canada on January 22, 2020:

Your photos are lovely, Bill. I'm glad you and the dogs enjoyed the walk in the snow. Your article made me think about my childhood and the fun that I had.

Nithya Venkat from Dubai on January 22, 2020:

I enjoyed the walk in the snow, it is like a white winter wonderland. Maggie and Toby are all in for the winter fun, nothing bothers them! Life was simple in those days, nowadays even simple things in life have become complicated.

Doris James MizBejabbers from Beautiful South on January 22, 2020:

Loved your walk with Maggie and Toby today, Bill. I miss having a dog. Maybe again someday. If you think watching a dog in the snow is fun, try to coax a cat into it. The first time we tossed our little black house cat out into a snow-covered atrium, I swear that he turned himself inside out and beat me back through the front door. I do feel sorry for the neighborhood outdoor kitties though.

Your snow and ice photos are just gorgeous! We haven't seen enough snow in the last two seasons to consider it snowed yet. We got a little sleet sprinkle this morning, but by 11 am, it was just a sprinkling rain at 36 degrees. As few as 10 or 12 years ago, we've been snowed in for a week up here on our hill. Maybe I should be thankful. Enjoy your snow with your dogs while you can, my friend.

RoadMonkey on January 22, 2020:

I remember the first time our dog saw snow. It was amazing, she chased it, rolled in it, jumped all over. Magic! You are right about the freedom. It was the same here in the UK. Wandered all over, never any trouble. Hours spent outside.

Suzie from Carson City on January 22, 2020:

Bro....The walks you lead us on, are always wonderful & create such fun times.......Ummm, but this time? I'll follow along by sight and keep my butt in the house! Call me a party pooper, go ahead.....Look Bro, can we TAWK? Sure I remember our childhoods. I loved winter. The more snow, the better....and yes, the dogs couldn't have been happier.

Let me just admit, my "fun-in-the-snow-&-cold" ceased to exist, somewhere around 3 decades ago! All that healthy frolicking has been replaced with a couch, blanket, fireplace, tea and (perhaps) John Grisham. Brrrr shiver shiver.

The memories are great and I'm so happy to have them. Memories, they shall remain. As I recall, Mom would literally "bundle" me up.....snow suit, boots, mittens, scarf & hat.....so I walked like a robot and looked like The Pillsbury Dough Boy. Hours later, I'd thump my way into the house and my Dad would say, "Our frozen little turd is in the house." You'd have had to know my Dad....."Frozen Turd" was a term of endearment. (In college, we were his "$20,000 Idiots.")

Ahhhh yes, we do remember those special times, don't we bro?

I'm thrilled for you and the dogs and your exhilarating walk today.....

I'm applauding you...because my hands are warm and I can.

Keep me posted on the next walk.......in the SPRING!

But, I love you!! Sis

Ruby Jean Richert from Southern Illinois on January 22, 2020:

This was such a fun read, Toby catching the snowball was so much fun. Maggie's patience is visible throughout your writing. I watched the video, it was amazing how the man made the beautiful print in the snow just by walking. Thanks again for taking me on your journey through the snow.

Shauna L Bowling from Central Florida on January 22, 2020:

Bill, I did enjoy the walk - down my own snowy memory lane. We had the same rules as you: be careful and be home before dark. Shoot, we'd drag out sleds to the next town over, meet up with friends and have a ball until we were plumb tuckered out.

Have you ever gotten your tongue stuck to a metal pole? Damn that hurts!

Yeah, that orange liquid stuff was Methiolate (sp?), sometimes called mecurochrome (sp??)

I know what you mean about getting cold just thinking about the cold. I can't hang with it anymore. It was 30-something degrees this morning. That's way too burr-freeze for me! But once upon a time ago, snowy days provided a completely different and welcomed playground.

Is this Toby's first snow? I can just see him trying to catch those snowballs and having them disintegrate before he could catch hold. I'm sure he was thinking WTF in dog-ese! LOL

Devika Primić from Dubrovnik, Croatia on January 22, 2020:

Hi this sounds fun in the cold. A little fun in the snow and some laughs keeps you on your toes.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on January 22, 2020:

Of course we have our oddities in the States too, Ann. Pop in the northern states...sody in the southern states. A slow-witted fool is a goober up north; in the south a goober is a peanut. lol

bill

Linda Lum from Washington State, USA on January 22, 2020:

Bill, I was right there with you and Tobie and Maggie (well, in spirit at least). Yes, there's something magical about that winter blanket. It covers up all the ugliness of dead flower beds and leafless trees; everything sparkles.

Years ago we had a cat who would go out for a walk on a leash. As a kitten, she loved the snow and would skip and prance through it much like your pups probably do. It wasn't until she became a senior citizen that she lost her interest in playing in the snow (I can relate).

Ann Carr from SW England on January 22, 2020:

It stems from the northern habit of a cup of tea, slice of bread and jam at about 5 o'clock. Not a full meal. Now, it's confusing as people call an evening meal 'supper' (which used to be a snack before bed), or 'dinner' (which can also be lunch), or 'tea' (confused with the drink too!), and that's just the English, never mind the Welsh, Scots or Irish. Even we don't understand which one we're talking about, except within families, so I'm not surprised you don't understand us! It makes for good jokes though!

Ann

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on January 22, 2020:

It's a hoot, Flourish, and I don't feel a bit bad about laughing at them. :) Thanks my friend.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on January 22, 2020:

Thank you Pamela. If the weather was nice we would walk, too....maybe two miles....but rainy weather called for the city bus...no school buses back then in Tacoma.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on January 22, 2020:

Tea as in meal, Ann? I will never understand you British! lol

But it's fun trying!

bill

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on January 22, 2020:

They do do that, Shannon. They had us laughing out loud last night.

Becky Katz from Hereford, AZ on January 22, 2020:

I loved this. We had about an inch of snow Christmas day and it was gone by noon. The kids and their parents had a ball. My sons dog is 4 now, but he is very like Toby. He loves snow, rain and water. He was a blast to watch. The kids threw snowballs for him and he would catch them too. Funny how they explode in their mouths. We didn't even open presents until after the snow play. We know it doesn't last long enough here.

FlourishAnyway from USA on January 22, 2020:

We have cold here, but no snow. I'll let you keep that! It's nice to look at, however. I like the idea of tossing up snowballs and having puppies catch them. How adorable!

Pamela Oglesby from Sunny Florida on January 22, 2020:

I thoroughly enjoyed the walk Bill. It reminded me so much of the snow when I was young and I always loved it. My life was so similar to yours except I walked the mile home from school. We didn't have school buses. I also came home to an empty house, did my chores and headed outside to be with friends. We had such fun!

Thanks for helping me enjoy some happy memories.

Ann Carr from SW England on January 22, 2020:

I meant 'tea' as in a meal - strange, we English, I know! And I've never drunk tea. We didn't have coffee then so it was water, juice or squash.

It was indeed magical and I miss it - I try to create some resemblance of it for my grandchildren but it doesn't come near because of all sorts of restrictions.

Hope you have a wicked Wednesday too, bill!

Ann

Shannon Henry from Texas on January 22, 2020:

Yeah, I know. But cheer up, my friend. No winter blues allowed to take over your contentment. At least there are puppies to keep you laughing.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on January 22, 2020:

It was hot chocolate for us, Ann, not tea, but my goodness it was a magical time to grow up as a kid, wasn't it?

Yes, our dogs leap up and then disappear. it is a hoot for sure. Now the snow is gone, and we are left with mud, and that is not a hoot at all. I spend as much time cleaning the dogs after the walk as I do walking. :)

Have a brilliant Wednesday, Ann!

bill

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on January 22, 2020:

Sally, we were saying the same thing last January, no snow, and then we had 18 inches of it on one February weekend. Since then we shut up about it. lol

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on January 22, 2020:

I can't say I blame you at all, Louise. Walking to work would take some of the beauty out of it. :) Thanks for the visit.

Ann Carr from SW England on January 22, 2020:

Certainly did enjoy that walk, bill!

How you take me back to the 50s and 60s! I know exactly what you mean by that freedom and lack of fear. The world was ours and we could do anything in our imagination and then go back for tea. I felt safe, revelled in the fun and was so grateful to my understanding parents. It makes me smile to think about it, though a little sad that it is no more.

Dogs in snow are hilarious! They love to push their noses through it, don't they? Then if it's deep, they take a high leap and disappear again. As you say, it's impossible not to laugh and enjoy it all with them.

Keep on taking us to where the pavement ends and the wonder begins!

Ann

Sally Gulbrandsen from Norfolk on January 22, 2020:

We have not seen any sign of snow this winter, just a smattering of fog and frost yesterday, culminating in a wonderful sunny day. I love the snow and I can completely understand why the dogs appear excited by the event because that is how I feel. Love the picture of the trees in the snow by the way:)

Louise Powles from Norfolk, England on January 22, 2020:

I used to love snow as a child, but not so much nowadays. Now I have to walk to work, I really don't like it when it's cold and icy outside lol. Thankfully we haven't had any snow here in the UK yet though.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on January 22, 2020:

Shannon, I'm not a big fan of the cold now either. The older I get the less I like our winters. Just too damned damp. You start feeling like you'll never dry out, you know?

Shannon Henry from Texas on January 22, 2020:

Bill, you've gone and made me cold just reading this! It's been a cold morning here, but not that cold. Temps in the 40s today and drizzle all day. Yuck. Oh, how I don't like being cold! I do, however, remember the beauty of the snow after it first falls. It's gorgeous beyond measure, I'll give you that. But I also totally abhor what comes next.....the cars turning all of the pretty white to a grungy black and brown mess that turns to slush.....ugh, speaking of slush, that's another byproduct of snow I could easily do without. At least I have some of those fond sledding memories, too. And I am reminded of a picture of me from high school sitting in my front yard in a pile of snow with no coat on and in short sleeves. I wouldn't dare do that now! See you for your walk next week when it's a little warmer, I hope!