Changing a pets routine isn't easy. This week I decided to fill the bird feeders before Whip and I took our morning constitutional instead of the other way around. Whip hasn't picked up yet that it's a permanent change. When I let her out she headed out for the walk. I called her back - the feeders are in the opposite direction. She came racing back - well kind of. Even w/ stout nails on each paw and four paws on the ground, every so often one of her legs would slide away from where she placed it. This whole week has hovered around the magical 32 degrees. Precipitation has come in freezing rain. During the daytime some snow melts only to refreeze as ice overnight. Any roads and paths have a glossy ice patina. After watching her trying to navigate the driveway I wasn't going to tackle the constitutional until I dug out my crampons. Once the feeders were filled, Whip and I headed back inside for the rest of the morning routine: she gets a treat by doing a trick; I call for the cats and give them treats in their specific spots; I sit down at the computer. While I was at the computer my phone started playing a tune. Why had I set an alarm for Friday morning? Remembered then that Librarian Trevor had set every second Friday of the month as a volunteer meeting. So this is how the pets feel when I change their routine.
Post Note: Drove into the village for the morning meeting. Afterward picked up a coffee, my mail, and came home. Good thing the plow guy leaves the snow in a mound by the house. The car slid into a slow 90 degree turn in front of the house and only stopped when the tires hit the loose snow at the edge of that pile.
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