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About Snow
By Nancy Holmes | Nov 30, 2020

I am a Carolina Dog, a breed that long ago owned Native American people. We were designed by natural selection to be so intelligent and physically superior that we survived without human help. My great-grandfather was caught from the wild. I can offer advice based on the natural instincts and attributes of wild dogs. In addition, my adopted person and I have had lots of training classes and other experiences. Some humans call themselves Mom or Dad of their dog, but I refer to my human, tongue in cheek, as Boss. Much as I love her, I admit she has many of the same odd notions as most humans, so I can relate to other dogs with problem humans. If I can’t help, at least I can offer sympathy, and we can have some fun talking about our amazing humans. Please send your questions! N. Holmes, 280 Pond Rd., Newcastle, ME 04553, or email:


About Snow

It was cold last night. I usually sleep in my own crate, but I lay awake thinking about Boss’s warm bed. So I got up and said a little chirp to Boss. She lifted up the blankets to make a tunnel for me to burrow in next to her warm body. Warmth and the deliciousness of her scent.

What a cold surprise next morning when she opened the door. I stuck my head out and then backed up fast. The ground was mostly white, and I know what that means. Cold, wet, miserable. Now, I'm not a wimp. But remember, I am a southern gentleman and there's nothing in my background to prepare me to enjoy this outrageous white stuff!

My dear old pack-mate, Pookah, seemed to love it. When the door opened to that white stuff – “snow,” Boss called it, - she would go prancing out and run zoomies as if we were going for a walk. Then she'd lie down and roll in it and put her chin down and scoot along with snow going over her head. As Boss and I watched her from the steps, she would run back to us and do play-bows to invite me to come and roll in the frigid stuff with her. No way!

But she was a wonderful friend, and she showed me some fun things to do in the snow. When we walked in the woods, she would let me run ahead and then she'd lie down in the middle of the trail with her head down. I guess she thought she was invisible, because she couldn't see me, but a big black lump in the middle of the snowy trail? It was SO spooky! A big black lump right where Pookah had just been! I really thought it was Pookah, but with no head. Just a lump. It made my hair stand up from head to tail. Of course I'm a brave Carolina Dog, so I had to go back and meet the threat. I zig-zagged, slowly, ready to dodge if it charged. When I got pretty close, of course she would jump up, I'd attack her, and we'd chase each other through the woods.

One of my favorite snow things was bobbing for apples. I'm not fond of regular apples, but let them turn brown and get nice and hard under the snow, and you've got something worth getting snow in your eyes for.

Check it out, you hardy snow-dogs!