That’s why I hate snow in the city. The only snow in the city I like is blizzard snow or just fallen snow. Both are mostly untouched, clean snow. Snow in the city not only shows you what you’re truly walking around but what you’re breathing in.



But that snowfall has long past and the frigid temps have left piles of frozen grey, yellow, brown guck that is repulsive. My dogs have been wise enough to avoid these patches but they’ll happily add to the disgusting snow cone. In fact, Z-girl loves to find a clear patch to melt. I don’t know what it is about snow and ice but she’ll purposely go out of her way to find a clear patch to melt.
Ok, I know this post is getting pretty gross. This is how I’ve started my morning for the last few days. You think that’s gross? Try maneuvering your way around this path to pick up your dog’s poop. Nothing says I love my dog as much as squatting in subzero temps with a plastic baggie and a paper towel between me and my dog’s steaming pile of love.
This is the time of the season I wish I still had a dog walker. Maybe for Christmas, Santa will give me a dog walker.
Tomorrow’s forecast calls for another snowstorm to hit in the evening into Friday. Sadly, I’ll know that the disgusting sludge will only be masked temporarily by fresh snow. At least they’ll have the clean snow in the park.