The hype surrounding it made it seem like a disaster of biblical proportions was imminent. School was canceled and the local and federal governments were closed. In the end, we only got about five inches of the white fluffy stuff. But, in defense of the disaster predictors, it was five inches of snow underlaid by a sheet of ice. On the bright side we were all able to sleep in until seven.
When we finally did get up, Ray decided to play with Juno and she decided that it was fun. Ray tracked her around the red chair in the family room. Juno kept out of his reach. When the dog got too close, Juno ran around the chair so that she was just behind the dog. As the blind hound continued on around the chair futilely trying to find the little pudge, she gleefully watched him. To make the game more interesting, with each turn, Juno let Ray get a bit closer to her. Hating to be a party-pooper but seeing Ray get more and more excited as he got closer and closer to his playmate, I felt it wise to stop the game before somebody got hurt.
|Yes, please, I'd like to go in now.
|mmmmm, more treats
Ray has gotten a lot smarter at playing with his treat-ball since the first time. Now, instead of rolling it all over the house and getting it stuck everywhere, he rolls it in somewhat of a circle so that it doesn't go too far. He has also gotten a lot better at finding the treats that it dispenses; rarely do we find a stray treat lying on the carpet.
After his treat-ball exercise, Ray was allowed to visit his across-the-street neighbors, Sandra and Maddie. Sandra, who had come for some knitting help, took the blind hound home with her so that he could say hi to his Spaniel friend and the other occupants of the house.
In keeping with the new snow-day tradition of being off-leash, Ray happily led the way, trotting down our driveway and across the street then racing up the opposite driveway to the front door.
Sandra's house has recently become more interesting to Ray because of its recent acquisition of a house guest. Chip, a friend of Sandra's son, meets the hound's unspecified but stringent qualifications for favorite status and receives Ray's scary wrist-grab-greeting. Chip doesn't get quite the same star treatment as Ray's friend, Caleb but it is obvious that Chip is one of Ray's chosen ones. Chip and Caleb have the commonalities of being about the same age, being male, and having their names start with the letter 'C'. (Sandra's daughter, Kappy, is also a chosen one - I can't explain the anomaly) Other than that, it's hard to know what specifications Ray uses to choose his special friends.
|While Ray played with his treat-ball, the cats
played on their recently-completed jungle gym