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How hard is it now for my bull dog to pee? Not to mention he has to do his duty outside sporting his 1/8th of an inch winter coat while being bare foot. He is 100+ pound domestic animal and about 20 pounds overweight so it cant be too very very bad although hes only about 3 foot tall to the top of his head and the snow falling here right now is his body height so the original question, how difficult is it now for my bull dog George to pee? I hope his crooked cock warms his cold feet (apologies if need be). Apologies also to those who suscribe to the metric system.
What Im now very much thinking and living is why snow? Forgive this if it is too much of a religious question, but is snow the grace of God? Imagine if precipitation was just like water. Lakes freeze to where theres inches upon inches of thickness of ice. What if rain only froze and inches upon inches of frozen rain fell from the sky? There would be hardly such things as skis and sleds and snowmen and snowballs. The beauty of total ice storms would be short lived as trees and power lines and roof tops would collapse. Snow plows would be as useful as a speed boats on a frozen lake. Northern Nations could collapse. Doctors who performed hip surgery would prosper because of all those collapsing on ice but all too soon there would be too many hip specialists as there are lawyers now. Is snow evidence to how we cope with suffering?
What Im trying to say is that a snow storm can make a dump site look beautiful. If our afflictions rained on us as heavy as ice upon ice upon ice with no levity, the weight would be way too heavy too carry. The fact that we see a rainbow (even though one has never been touched), that we love or might love a friend or child or parent or spouse or stranger or a teenager, that we have hope for relief and / or a cure from affliction, snow is the lighter part of ice and makes a bitter and harsh and even cruel winter a bearable if not beautiful place.
Heres I stand with my bull dog outside melting snow together. He just spelled his name in the snow and hes not that bright. If I knew this sound of t from early early youth, how much would it bother me?
I see this in the laughter at a dinner conversation even though the food tastes awful.
What Im now very much thinking and living is why snow? Forgive this if it is too much of a religious question, but is snow the grace of God? Imagine if precipitation was just like water. Lakes freeze to where theres inches upon inches of thickness of ice. What if rain only froze and inches upon inches of frozen rain fell from the sky? There would be hardly such things as skis and sleds and snowmen and snowballs. The beauty of total ice storms would be short lived as trees and power lines and roof tops would collapse. Snow plows would be as useful as a speed boats on a frozen lake. Northern Nations could collapse. Doctors who performed hip surgery would prosper because of all those collapsing on ice but all too soon there would be too many hip specialists as there are lawyers now. Is snow evidence to how we cope with suffering?
What Im trying to say is that a snow storm can make a dump site look beautiful. If our afflictions rained on us as heavy as ice upon ice upon ice with no levity, the weight would be way too heavy too carry. The fact that we see a rainbow (even though one has never been touched), that we love or might love a friend or child or parent or spouse or stranger or a teenager, that we have hope for relief and / or a cure from affliction, snow is the lighter part of ice and makes a bitter and harsh and even cruel winter a bearable if not beautiful place.
Heres I stand with my bull dog outside melting snow together. He just spelled his name in the snow and hes not that bright. If I knew this sound of t from early early youth, how much would it bother me?
I see this in the laughter at a dinner conversation even though the food tastes awful.
I find the longer I live with t the more I believe I have lived with it for a lifetime. Strange I know.
Enjoy the winter wonderland. Hey, how about a pic of the little guy?
Yellow snow, yellow snow, yellow snow, And he doesnt show signs of stopping, As he sniffs around his dropping, You see him everywhere you go, In the snow, yellow snow, yellow snow. When he finally goes outside, Hell be frolicking around in the storm. Hell be marking our yard with pride. You can tell by the steam that its warm. When the snow begins its thawing, It reveals those puppy drawings, Hes a frisky little pooch van Gogh. Yellow snow, yellow snow, yellow snow. Come here, Yeller. Come on boy. Good doggie.
Oh, not on Frosty. Hell be marking our yard with pride. You can tell by the steam that its warm.
Well, hes happy and his tail starts waggin, But the snowmans left side is saggin, Theres a little puddle right below. Yellow snow, yellow snow, yellow snow, Yellow snow, yellow snow, Yellow snow. Little patches of yellow snow, Yellow snow, Little patches of where Fido goes
fab, absolutely great...had me in stitches because over here in the Uk when someone says to my sister and us girls when out "are you going to give me a tip? " we always say " Don't eat yellow snow!!!"
So your song/poem had me really laughing. Have a good Christmas.
Mandy