Letters from Lucy: My First Snow Day

Blogmas Day 19

Hi, I’m Lucy.

My mom talks a lot about me on here but we’ve never officially met.

When Mom asked if I could write a blog post for today, I barked at her and then ate Dad’s sock.

I’m a puppy. What do I know about writing for the Internet?

But here we are. After chewing three socks and barking at the wall, I had the idea.

I would write for Mom’s computer and I knew exactly what I’d write about:

My first snow day.

I remember it like it was tomorrow. Or maybe it was yesterday. I don’t know, I’m just a puppy.

The day started out like any other. I woke up in my crate and eventually Mom and Dad came downstairs to let me out, rub my belly, tell me I’m a good puppy, and give me food just like I trained them to. It’s my favorite part about the morning. The food, that is.

It was cold outside but the grass still smelled like squirrels and dirt. So many smells! I love being outside. When Mom told me to come inside, I ignored her. I still smelled the squirrel and I couldn’t give up so easily. The squirrel would know. It always knows.

Eventually I came inside and went back into the crate. Mom said it wouldn’t be for long and gave me a treat so I took a nap and waited. This is how it goes on most days, but I don’t mind. I pile up my treats under my blanket and take a nap. It’s quite cozy and I have a good view of the sparkly tree in our family room.

At lunchtime, Mom let me out of the crate and put on my sweater. I LOVE MY SWEATER. We went outside and…

THE ENTIRE GRASS WAS GONE.

The yard was filled with this really cold, really fluffy, really wet white stuff. AND IT WAS FALLING OUT OF THE SKY. I quickly ran around to investigate. The smells of squirrel and dirt were gone. GONE! This is what happens when I come inside. I’ll never catch that squirrel.

The longer I was in the fluffy white stuff, the more I liked it. The sweater kept me warm but I still didn’t know what the white stuff was. Was it food? I tried to eat it but it didn’t have a taste. It tasted like nothing. How is that possible?

After a few minutes, I decided I LOVED the white stuff. Who cares if it took the squirrel smell away? This was FUN. I could walk on it and it immediately disappeared on my sweater. I could eat it and it tasted like nothing. It was MAGIC.

I looked at Mom and she looked happy. She was laughing and pointing the pocket brick at my face. She does that, a lot, but you get used to it. I don’t really know what it is but every time she holds it to my face, she laughs and says I’m a good girl for looking at it. So I do it. Because it makes Mom happy.

BACK TO THE MAGIC WHITE STUFF.

After only a few minutes, Mom called me inside. IS SHE CRAZY? I decided to ignore her. How could I go inside when there is magic white stuff falling from the sky!?

She called again, but I ignored her. I’m not a bad puppy, but I am a curious one.

Mom came to get me and that’s when I realized that she was shivering. She didn’t have a giant blanket on her like she sometimes does outside. I had my sweater. I wasn’t shivering.

We went inside and I began to plan how I could get back to the magic white stuff. I knew eventually I’d have to go outside to do my business so that was my way out. As soon as I wanted to go out there, I would start sniffing around and Mom and Dad would hurriedly take me outside. It was my plan and I knew it’d work.

It always works.

And I was right. Later that day, I started sniffing and Mom and Dad quickly took me back outside. The sky was darker but the white stuff was still there. THERE WAS SO MUCH OF IT. Way more than before. I was shocked. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know if I could find my favorite hole in the ground. It was gone, too!

Everything was gone.

The sidewalk, the patio, the squirrel smell, my favorite patch of grass.

GONE. GONEEEEE.

But like a good puppy, I didn’t worry about it. I decided to play. I’m good at playing. And running. so I decided to run around the white stuff until I couldn’t run anymore.

It was the BEST.

And while Dad took a biiiiiig spoon to scoop the white stuff off the stairs, I played and played.

It was truly the best day ever.

AND GUESS WHAT.

It’s still there today! And maybe even tomorrow!

I love this magic white stuff even though my grass is gone. It doesn’t matter. The white stuff is here and I’m really happy about it.

And anytime I want to play in it, I just pretend to do my business and I get to go back out there!

It’s a beautiful world.

And I get to live in it. And unfortunately so do squirrels, but for today I don’t care.

There’s magic white stuff outside and speaking of which, I’m going to see if I can go play in it again.

This is truly the best day ever.