Hello everyone. Travelling has made it hard for Casey to get her blog out. For the first time in almost a year you will see a repeat. The good news is that with over 80 readers on Facebook alone many of you will not have read this post. This is an opportunity for you to get a few ideas of what it is like to live in Telluride. Once Casey gets home, minus a few teeth that had to be pulled, with her diagnosis of thyroid or lupus problems and her kidney infection, she will once again get her postings out regularly to all her loyal fans. Really she’s doing fine, don’t worry.
If you can’t tell, that’s me getting up close and personal with my favourite water source on a hike! It just makes so much more sense than the water bowl thing that my owner has to carry for me. I hear she’s thinking about me carrying my own water next year; personally, servants are the way to go but you can’t always get what you want. And, to get what I need I’ll do what it takes.
At any rate we headed out recently on one of our jaunts and halfway up the hill there it was, the white cold stuff. Ah, 
Nirvana I say.
How great it is to live somewhere where the natural world is always in an obvious state of flux. Change is right before your eyes. Texas is where I was born and raised you know and although it can cool down we rarely get this stuff. It has happened twice in recent years. Both times I was already here rolling in a thick white carpet of snow so I missed all the excitement back at our old homestead.
Snow changes everything. Smells change, views change, people’s moods change. This town has a long history with snow and it is one of the most welcomed events of the year. Most of the time people walk around town smiling due to the sheer beauty of our location. Snow, however, makes the grins wider, the hellos heartier, and hearts beat just a tiny bit faster. Everyone is dreaming of their big run down the mountain…albeit some glide an awful lot faster and crazier than others (I can pretty much guarantee that this would NOT be my owner.)
Now skis I can do without. They take everyone away from home. People rush through the morning walk with me so they can go home and dress up to take off for the day. The general mood is happiness. My owner on the other hand has been known to get grouchy and say things like “I can’t wait until they invent spray -on ski clothes.” She then groans, whines, moans and grumbles as she stuffs herself sausage like into her long johns, ski pants, helmet, gloves, goggles. Even I know how much she is sweating at this point because she has told anyone and everyone within hearing distance about fifteen hundred times. Usually curly
haired tries to ignore her and wanders away on some urgent matter. I’ve watched him…he’ll see if snow has gathered under the car or he’ll act like counting icicles is a logical thing to do just so he can get out of her vocal range. Many is the time though that he has patiently helped her stuff her “I know they are going to freeze off” feet into those gigantic moon boots they wear to go skiing.
Then they disappear and I’m left lying on my mat wondering when they’ll be back . I lie there knowing I will have to cross my back legs for an hour or two before I get out for a pee break and some checking of the neighbourhood pee-mail.
Anyway, we are still a long way from ski days. I bet Bobbi at the bookstore could tell us exactly how many hours and minutes are left until the lifts open – depending on the snow. Knowing her mania for skiing she likely hikes up huge mountains to ski down them long before the ski area opens.
Although I’m not in town I hear some snow has fallen a few times and everyone is getting wound up. As I said it is early days yet and you never know what is going to happen in our beloved San Juans. So for now I’ll wait for my owner to come back home to Telluride. I’ll dream fondly of wintertime and the snow we had just before I moved down to Lane’s house to hang with my second family.
( Not to complain but my family has done their fair share of dumping me this year….well maybe just a tiny complaint. Family, what the heck are you thinking?
It can be Paris, Israel, Canada, and a jaunt to Maine or ME? I mean look at that camel’s ugly mug! You are not making intelligent decisions guys. I should always be more important than a vacation.So you made some cool memories…what about the cool memories we missed out on? huh? eh?)
So when I do get home count on me to give you lots of great photos of snow, ice, frost, cold toes, and frozen noses. Yes, the
y will all be of me and hopefully the photos won’t all be of me eating my way through a snow bank. As you can tell, I do love frost…. I love what it does to our everyday landscape. It keeps me excited about what is headed our way. What storms will we have, how much snow can I actually dive into and manage to dig myself out of without floundering and looking ridiculous? Will I smell a mouse under the snow bank? Oh so many great things to dream about over the next month or so.
Some of you have never lived in the mountains. Just so you know what kind of snow I’m talking about --last year in the month of December we received 110 inches…..talk about happy skiers! 
There weren’t quite so many happy people shovelling snow but that’s the risk you take when you decide to live in a snowy fairyland. So I leave you now. I shall continue to sit and and wait patiently to go home to Telluride. My dreams will be full of magically falling champagne powder. See ya later.
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