Return to Normal --Sort Of

The snow horses were killed by the plows. But an odd looking fellow with a bucket for a top hat has taken up residence around the corner. Nigel considered decorating the base of the visitor, but I quickly lured him away. Well, it's been two weeks since the second blizzard hammered the area . And, while most things are back to normal, I don't think I'll ever be able to walk Nigel without washing his paws and brushing him off after every single outing. The roads are still topped with sand and salt. The salt can burn pads, and the sand, with the melted snow, turns into teeny clumps of mud that stick to Nigel's legs and belly. The after-walk routine does not phase Nigel --he likes the paw-soak and rub down. In fact, now that the record-setting amounts of snow have melted into more manageable piles for dog walking, Nigel is eager to be outside. He romps on trampled paths and is still eager to munch on clumps of snow -- just not the yellow stuff.