A few years ago, we had a surprise snowstorm drop nearly 30″ on us overnight.  The snow fell so evenly that at first I didn’t realize how deep it was.  When I tried to step outside to walk the puppy in the morning, I fell…but what made me laugh was that although I fell, I didn’t fall down.  I was stuck in snow so deep that all I did was flop forward slightly at the waist.

Geordie, on the other paw, did not fare as well.   Although he had to “go”, he was so unnerved by the deep snow that he wanted to go back inside right away.

I love to go exploring after a snowstorm, and today was no exception.  Getting around proved to be quite a challenge, though.   I didn’t have snowshoes, just boots, so wherever I stepped, I sank deeply into the snow.  Geordie was just heavy enough to fall through the crust and flounder in the silky powder beneath.

To take a step, I would have to raise my lead leg as high as I could, extend it as far as it could go, then lean forward (kind of like goose-stepping).  Once my weight shifted, I would end up with my trailing leg extended straight  behind me, resting on the snow.  I had been doing this for a while, and couldn’t believe how exhausted I was.  I must be more out of shape than I realized!  Until I chanced a glance back to see how the puppy was doing.  This is what I found:

Through all my clothes, I couldn’t feel him standing on me.