My peeps like lots of sports, but I’m a little more particular. I love nordic skiing and snow shoeing. So do they, but they also down hill ski. I can’t go with them when they downhill, something about a chair lift that I’m not allowed on. I don’t understand why. When we go winter hiking, snowshoeing or nordic skiing I have my own boots. Kristina calls them my hiking boots. I could wear them downhill skiing. I can run fast on the snow and keep up.
My peeps wear all kinds of gear to go outside, so I know as soon as the helmets come out of the closet, I’m going to be left alone. First, I cry. I give my saddest whine.
Kristina ignores my cry and does up her chin strap.
I run in circles around her legs, I wiggle my tail, and go into a submissive pose.
Kristina puts on her mitts.
I run to the front window and bark.
Kristina and Matt get in the car. I’ve lost this time, but I’ll try again next time.
Just to rub it in, when they return home Kristina shows me the view they get while skiing. Pretty Pawsome, I have to admit.They are looking down at our house where I’m alone, hiding in the basement closet. Being alone can really suck.
Maybe someone could invent downhill skis for dogs. Then I could go too.