That little house-dog still needs to go outside. And there'll be none of this opening of the screen door and chasing him out to play on his own. He's a pet. He wants to be with his people. Specifically, ME.
He's got trees to pee on and snow to dig into with his flat face. In his world, these things can only be done with ME as his supervisor. He loves the snow, but if left on his own, he'll go take a wiz under the lilac bush then crouch at the door shivering and looking pathetic until I let him in.
So I have no choice. I bundle up and follow him out into the wastelands...
Everything looked so pretty in the summer. I spent much of September pulling forgotten junk out of the long grass, trying to make some room. Not that I specifically needed the room. I just needed to work. I wanted to do the work so my ol' Man wouldn't have to.
Now the hunker-downs are parked for the winter, soon to be covered. The intrepid Pug plows his way through the soft stuff.
It's not deep. We had no snow in November, and what we do have gets blown away by the harsh wind. Maybe the wind is feeling like I am these days. Restless. Slightly helpless. Needing to do something but not quite sure where to throw that energy.
The wind has more energy than I do.
So does the crazy little dog, once he's done snoozing and snoring on Grandma's couch.
Sometimes he still looks out over the wide expanse of field and looks like he's about to run for it. What really knocks me out is the little guard dog routine. He sees a car going down the town line - how he sees anything with his whacky eyes is beyond my imagining - and growls like he's just spotted an enemy and must now go chase it away! Of course the car keeps going, so clearly, the Guard Pug has done his job.
Then he has to go inspect that gnarly old camper that didn't quite make it to the scrap yard this year.
Then it's time to run up the hill to the garage. This will be way too much fun in a month or so when the snow is up to my knees. Pug tunnel!
After that he's got some serious snoring to do. He's a very busy dog.