Before the dog lived with us, she did not know what skiing was.
She knows were going skiing as soon as I start to undress.
She knows her responsibility, knows shes not invited without her leash.
But today were just going skiing.
She has a myriad of ways to predict if we might take her skiing.
After all, much of her life revolves around its promise.
But she tries to read the trickier ones too.
The dog is not aware of avalanches.
She doesnt read the report or carry rescue gear.
Shes confident in us to read the slope, and shell do what she always does, regardless.
Sometimes Im jealous of her oblivion to danger.
Both are equally annoying.
But she looks so cute wallowing in deep snow that its hard to stay mad for long.
She hates slow skinners.
She does the same thing at transitions.
If you dont rip your skins with your skis on, shes unimpressed.
Her feet are cold and she wants to ski.
The dog is not a patient partner.
And shes not discerning either.
She doesnt care how much it snowed last night.
In fact, the worse the conditions, the happier she is.
Shes not sendy or flashy.
Some dogs bound down the hill, eager to stretch their legs.
Luckily, even though shes a cow dog, she doesnt take a stab at herd skiers.
Instead she waits for them to pass and goes back to trundeling down.
I dont think the dog actually likes snow.
Her feet get cold easily, and she whines a lot.
Sure, she likes to roll in it, but she likes to roll in dust too.
She wont even leave the porch to pee when its snowing.
Sometimes I wish I viewed skiing more like my dog does.
Shes always stoked to get out, no matter the conditions or weather.
Shes never too tired or too scared or too busy or too over it.
Shes always ready to drop everything to go skiing.
But thats skiing too, and she loves it all.
The snow is crappy.
