This morning Jolie found a porcupine hand and I learned something important about snowshoeing. What is that? Well, it turns out you can't catch a dog on snowshoes no matter how fast you are. There is no zigging and zagging on snowshoes, it was tragic. I trailed her and her cold dead hand all the way back to the house where I lured them in with cheese and eventually got the hand. It was all so GROSS that I ran right to the shower while the dogs finished up the rest of the cheese so not only did I get extra exercise chasing corpse bits I also lost two week's worth of cheese so I'll have a low fat diet. I should lose ten pounds this week.
I was really pumped to go snowshoeing this morning and I wondered why I stopped going every single day and then I got back after the hand adventure and everything hurts. In a good way but I really felt like when I was chasing the grave robber that I was 200 hundred years old and I wasn't going to make it back to the house. The snow looked so soft and comfy and if I didn't think the hand chewer would come cuddle me I would've taken a nap.
3 comments:
snowshoesing
ive never done and thta kinda sounds like fun though
Sounds like great exercise!
I went snow shoeing once on a ski trip to Colorado and I LOVED it. The skiing was a traumatic experience but I totally enjoyed snow shoeing. Although I can't even imagine what it was like to try and catch a dog while you're on snow shoes! LOL
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