the turbo-driven life

Ok. The snow can go away now. Instead, the 8 foot piles of dirty gray snow are going to melt very, very slowly. It's still February,after all, and there's a lot of snow around. Both dogs are sort of done: Kosmo wants desperately to get to the end of the yard, and Pearl needs more ways to burn off her turbo charged energy. In fact, if we weren't in the midst of the new regime, where we never say "no," but do a variety of diversionary things instead, we'd be saying no all day. No! Leave Kosmo's collar alone! No! Get down off the counters! No! Stop pacing and lie down. And so on. We all took a walk ("When Pearl pulls, take one step back") and Pearl pulled, I took a step back, Pearl pulled, I took a step back, and Pearl pulled, and I took a step back, and then, at long last, the walk was over. We have been playing lots of ball in the snow. For the first time, Pearl is willing to use her nose to find a ball that she can't see. She's really a lot of fun doing rabbit-hops into the deeper snow, digging around, looking to me to see if I'm still going to say "Keep looking." I make a huge fuss when she finds a particularly buried ball, and she seems enormously pleased.