Somehow, about an hour ago ago, my front door just flew open. It's blizzarding outside so I'm not sure if that was it. Both of my dogs (Golden retriever mixes, big) immediately sprinted out into the snow, and sprinted as far away from the house as they could get, in different directions.
Seeing as it's 8:30, blizzarding, about -4 degrees, I thought they would realize it's cold and run back to me. I went out, in jeans, a tshirt, and barefoot. I followed them through the snow for awhile until they eventually sprinted down the road in different directions. The only good thing about the weather is that there aren't any cars.
I decided I couldn't keep going like this and got a coat and shoes, then sprinted after them again. I had to go pretty far to find one, and I knew they couldn't find their way back from that far away. When I found the first dog (it had been about 10 minutes since they got out), it was lying on the sidewalk, covered in snow, shivering. It ran to me and I picked it up. I then hauled it all the way to the other one, further down the road.
They had both been shaved a few months previously, and are in no condition for this weather. It was lying down and shivering too. I picked it up and held them both in my hands. They are probably 20-30 pounds each so you can image how much fun that was to haul across the snow and ice. I just kinda collapsed on the sidewalk halfway back, and held them both by the collar while I rested. Keep in mind how difficult it is to haul 60 pounds back in the snow AFTER having to chase them both down.
I hauled them the rest of the way back home, then went to sleep. I couldn't feel my feet. It's about an hour later now that I'm posting this.
That was fun.
