The World According to Rico – I’m going bonkers

I love the snow. I seriously love it.

But I hate these terrible cold temperatures because it means one thing – no one will let me stay outside.

The last few days have been unbearable because God has given me beautiful drifts to lumber through but it’s so dang cold I can’t do any of that for very long because humans say I’ll freeze to death.

And all of that means too much time in the house.

So the result?

I’m going bonkers.

I have played with every toy, chewed on every illegal object I can steal.

I have dragged out every shoe, licked every door, taken as many naps as I can muster.

I have thrown and fetched balls, and literally bounced off the walls.

I started talking like a person last night, with strange new sounds and a vocabulary all my own. I’m not sure what that’s all about, but I think it started because I couldn’t stand the sound of my own barking or felt I needed a new form of communication in an effort to get what I want.

I need to spend hours in the great outdoors.

I love the burst of freedom I get every time they let me out of the house, only to realize within a few minutes it’s time to go back in. And it’s with the same joy I bound into my little bed to warm up the paws – only to long for the outdoors once again.

Of course, I ask to go out every 15 minutes and whine upon every refusal I receive.

I have learned to relieve myself in drifts as tall as me and I’ve relished the moments when snow has blown in my face. But it all ends within a matter of minutes because either someone reminds me or I decide on my own the glory of the great outdoors has to come to an abrupt end.

I haven’t been to the dog park in days. What if my furry friends forget who I am?

I just ran a relay pattern through the house – over the couch, around three sides of the bed, to the refrigerator, to the bathroom door, up against the door to the spare bedroom, to the front door, back to the couch, repeat, repeat, repeat.

I know, it sounds crazy, but again, I’m going bonkers.

I have been looking forward to winter since I was born because of my fur. But these temperatures, well they are a little too much. Even hairy Keeshonds like me have to avoid the below zero situation.

Now that I’m done ranting about my stir-crazy situation, I’ll settle down and stop complaining. I hear it’s going to warm up a little in a day or so and those beautiful snow drifts will still be there, waiting for me. I can’t wait to hit the great outdoors when the temperature gets to a balmy double digit. Heck, even a single digit would feel tropical compared to this deep freeze situation.

I just have to settle down, focus and get through this closed-in feeling.

But like I said, I think I’m going bonkers.

 

 

 

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