Captain and I returned from Socorro on Sunday to find the house buried in several feet of snow. Thanks to a debilitating condition I would rather not discuss (brought on by too much road food and too much time in the car) I was hardly up to the task of clearing the 30 feet of compacted snow and ice from road to driveway. I did try, until I realized the next shovel full of snow would likely wreck my back as well.Plan B was much simpler: I locked the hubs on the F250 in our second driveway, threw it into 4x4, blasted out of the drift (think Steve Martin and John Candy in Planes, Trains, and Automobiles with Captain playing the role of Dell Griffith) and then drove over the snow in the driveway behind the truck to flatten in. I beached the car and walked from there.
But today, I have triumph. It only took three days, but as I slopped the last heave of ice out of the way, I held the shovel above my head and howled "I have done it!!!!". This had the added benefit of scaring away the two college punks looking at the rental house across the street.
But Captain is the real star. He stood by me watching the street, rolling in and biting at the snow, and generally being a good dog. I think he'll like it here.
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