I dont know where this graph came from. 
But its true.
We keep finding ourselves stuck in Day -1 here: “AWMAHGAWD IT’S GONNA SNOW!” “Psyche!” “No, really this time!” “Gotcha!” “SHUT DOWN ALL THE SCHOOLS! HIDE YO KIDS! HIDE YOU WIFE! IT’S GAWN BE A BLIZZAHD!” “Except, really, we just meant a little sleet.”
Arnie loves snow. Hes gone from ‘YAAAAAAAAYSNOOOOOOOOOWOMFGWARBLEGARBLEPLAAAAAAAY!!!!’ to ‘*squint* This is still here? I want to go poop here. I cant poop here if there is snow here. This needs to go away.’ back around to ‘YAAAAAAAAYSNOOOOOOOOOWOMFGWARBLEGARBLEPLAAAAAAAY!!!!’ LOL!
This morning he is MEGAGRUMPY because we arent getting our Saturday morning walkie. He is hanging off his dog bed, pouting.
My dog’s response to snow goes: “White, cold stuff? I don’t want to walk/pee/poop on that!” to “Hey! Other dogs pee/poop here (especially around the yellow stuff)… let me give it a try.” to “This fun to play in! *hop hop hop* What happens if I eat it? Oh, it’s like cold water! Yum!” to “*eat eat eat eat eat*”.
Eventually, she reaches the logical conclusion where she goes: “*barf*”. Then it starts all over again.
We ended up going on a walkie. I cant say no to his pouting face. He was actually really good and walked super slow when I told him to, when we were walking over ice.
Unfortunately his feet got really cold when we were almost home. He expected me to carry him (‘MOM! MY FEET STOPPED WORKING! THEY DONT WORK! CARRY ME!’).
My dog loves the snow and has no hesitation about stopping to send p-mails to his buddies, BUT: the only way he’ll poop is to climb to the top of the tallest pile on our route. Once there he lets loose.
“If I have to poop in this white ‘snow’ stuff, then I’m gonna make sure everyone can see it!”
HAHA! The snow is just screwing with us, at this point.
At first it was like “Oh, you like snow? You want a snow day? SNOOOOOOOOOOOW!!! SNOOOOOOOOOW!!! BWAHAHAHAHA!”
Then it just wouldnt go away.
Then last night it was all “LOL. You thought the main roads were clear. ROFL! SNOOOOOOOOOOOOW!!!”
Today it was actually sunny and it melted. Its melted into water. Which will freeze tonight into ice. “A PERFECT SLICK CANVAS FOR EVEN MORE SNOW!!! BWAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”
I hate this.
Back when we had two dogs (Akita and mixed damnifiknow) we’d take them with us on ski trips (we stayed at my mother’s place in Pinetop.) Given as neither had ever previously left the Phoenix area, we figured that it was best to keep them inside.
They complained so much (and dang near tore a way out on their own) that we finally tied them up on the porch with dog beds. Then they complained about that and we found them at the end of their lines out in the snow. So we tied them to to a running line between two trees, and there they happily spent the night sleeping in the snow. Could barely get them out of it to eat.
Somehow the whole “I don’t like this stuff” part never kicked in.
Oh my God, 0h my God. It is going to snow. There is a small chance I will be snowed in for a day or two. Lets run to the grocery store and buy a week’s worth of food while not bothering to do the normal looking for good deals or bothering to check expiration dates while grabbing even more stuff that I don’t really need anyways.
When I was a kid around these parts the most common cry was, “Are we there yet?” The roads the way they were it was a two hour drive to reach the mountains and the snow.
It’s snowed a grand total of three times at sea level here, and I got to see two of them. I was around for the first occasion, but I was going through a cold at the time, so I didn’t get to see it.
Have husky snow=find a way out and travel a great distance with no human supervision. Which admittedly is the main thought process of a husky any time. I have had them run aroundf in deep snow for 10 or so hours and only the lure of food getting them in grabbing distance.
My dog (The Hellmouth) loved the snow, then hated rhe snow, then wove it into his ongoing plan to kill me and eat my buttocks.
I made ridiculously rich beef broth and he gnawed bones into oblivion before dragging me across the tundra shooting calcium pellets out his backside like Satan’s personal pez dispenser.
Unfortunately we both survived. Now he is out of bones and I get to catch up on three days work.
I dont know where this graph came from. 
You don’t know that you don’t know where the graph came from? Or is it that you do know but you don’t have a reliable source to cite to support that claim?
Good thing that your dog likes snow though. Ok, we don’t get snow here, but if we did I’m sure that my dog would not like it.
We have a similar graph up here in the great white north, but the x axis is annotated month1, month2, month3 and month4.
And no, the snow month isn’t a day off, but a month where too many days start and end with an hour of shoveling . It’s aren’t bad exercise actually once you get into it… and it’s progressive in that the shoveling is a harder workout as the banks get higher.
I am the odd duck around here. As long as there is snow I am a happy panda. If the ski trails are groomed and my sticks have wax I will be out there cranking off K.
About now is the time of year when everyone else around me is sick to death of winter (defiantly getting to the right of the graph). The Holidays are over, the novelty of the snow has long since worn off, it is quite cold I will admit. So I have to keep my mouth shut when people talk about the weather or risk getting punched by someone. To bad for them we live in Saint Paul and there is at LEAST two more months of winter. MWHAHAHA
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