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The Rains Came

 

The rains came this week and washed away most of the snow, leaving ice bergs every five to ten feet across the backyard. Cricket took it as her duty to explore each little island of snow. She climbed up to the highest point of each one and seemed to be contemplating names for the new nations, given the amount of time she spent inspecting each crevice, deep in thought. This one I shall name Mathilda, for my Australian friends who have never seen snow. This other one I shall name Pluto, because it is so much smaller than all the others that it may not even be a real ice berg.

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The new nations.

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“What shall I name this new nation?”

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“Shall I poop here?”

Cricket took her job very seriously, but then she was distracted when she reached the one remaining snow bank up against the retaining wall, because there, over yonder, was a pile of cat poop that had not yet been claimed. Ahoy!

The endless variations in landscape that come across Cricket’s yard keep her enthralled – from the autumn leaf piles, to the desiccated brown grass over the summer, to the variations on the theme of snow. She could write a treatise on the magical world of her backyard, if she could only figure out how to type on the computer, one key at a time. Weqjhrgweop.

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“Mine!!!!”

For Butterfly, the rain meant that she could get closer to the bird seed that our neighbor spreads on the lawn each day. Our downstairs neighbor likes to feed the birds every day, so that they will congregate on the snow in front of her apartment and she can see some life in the midst of the cold and icy winter. When I look out the window there is always a line of birdseed on top of the snow and a huge squirrel stealing the food brazenly from the tiny birds. Butterfly would like to line up with the cardinal, and the mourning doves, and the squirrel, and at least sniff communally, but they seem to think she looks too much like Cricket and do not yet trust her intentions.

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The leftover smell of little bird feet still fascinates her, though.

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Bird feet smell so good!

As the snow melts, both dogs help me find the rocks of cat poop that solidified over the winter and now dot the landscape. This is not my favorite task, but the girls enjoy it immensely.

If the groundhog was right, and winter has only a few more weeks left, then the backyard will soon transform again, into its green-shoots phase, and then its over-come-with-weeds phase, which is Cricket’s favorite. She loves to help Grandma pull up weeds, and drag them around like trophies, and then lovingly chew them down to nothing.

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“Yum!.”

It is truly a wonderful world.

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About rachelmankowitz

I am a fiction writer, a writing coach, and an obsessive chronicler of my dogs' lives.

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  1. Love your words and love hearing about your fur kids. Best wishes from hot and humid Texas.

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  2. Hey Rachel, I love Cricket, and I love Butterfly. And I love reading The Cricket Pages. Thank you for such brightness. I really enjoy the kids pictures in the snow, and today “the new nation”! Call in Cricketflyland! Or Butteretburg! I’m sure it has a dwindling population as the weather warms! take care…your friend snoozie.

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  3. Wonderful pictures! Hilarious story!

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  4. We love reading all your stories. What imaginations your two furbabies have, and how wonderful for you to interpret them for us!

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  5. And a wonderful weather in the middle of February!

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  6. And this is a wonderful post!

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  7. As Louie would sing: What a wonderful world….!!

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  8. Fur kids rock! Until they bark at night. Great post.

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  9. What a sweet post! I LOL at the Pluto reference! Our yard is snow free but muddy as a swamp. I can’t wait for Spring!

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  10. I must send Cricket a picture of our cat sitting in the Australian snow…

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  11. Thank you for this post. I smelled my feet and, frankly, I think I can use a little Dr. Scholl’s.

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  12. I love it when you post about your fur babies! They’re so adorable πŸ™‚

    In Maine, we’ve had our snow demolished by quite a bit of rain recently. It’s quite disappointing.

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  13. I like the view of Cricket tugging on the leash

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  14. Lovely post Rachel. Your babies are so much fun. πŸ™‚

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  15. On behalf of Australian dogs I must bark a correction – we have seen snow! Not on your scale, it’s true, but it does exist in the mountains.

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  16. We had the same weather effect here, Rachel and I was glad to see the snow go. My cats are indoor only for their health and safety but they would never get the enjoyment from being out in wet and cold your girls do. It was fun to “watch” them doing their thing.

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  17. so funny- on that tiny hill of snow!! I am glad the rain washed it all away!

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  18. Honest Abe Lincoln

    Our dog, Pepper Jax, always smells every plant for cat spray. His nose to the ground to smell-out who was here during the night. Sometimes we see a possum, or rabbit and twice he had run into a skunk and been sprayed both times but the last time he must have remembered what it was and was not totally covered with the spray but the smell was strong on his collar. He loves to chase the squirrels up the oak tree.

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  19. Welcome to the club 😊

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  20. I love your comments about how Cricket was so dedicated to learning about and exploring each one of the snow piles (nations). My Golden, Libby, used to enjoy playing in the grass and then laying on the snow to cool off a bit. Cricket sure does sound like a character carrying the weeds around. She must be very proud of her job!

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  21. What a cute story! I love that Cricket spent so much time contemplating the names for each of his new found nations. πŸ™‚ All of our snow here has melted and we had a downpour of rain, so it is really mushy out. No long walks in the pasture until it dries up a bit. Tippy’s okay with that. She is not fond of the rain.

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  22. Walker Percy said, “Every adventurer names his island Formosa, beautiful.”

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  23. Alas poor Pluto! Great story again Rachel πŸ™‚

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  24. Cute, I also like Cricket’s ‘perception’… πŸ™‚ But WE wish we could have had some of that snow rather than the on/off/on rain – but it IS Seattle…
    Hopefully you’ll get a break though, but at least the dogs do enjoy it.

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  25. As our summer comes to an end, I like to see your snow, and think of your forthcoming Springtime, and all the fun your girls will have… Best wishes from us in Australia πŸ™‚

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  26. Such gorgeous photos. Love how green the grass is underneath the snow. Looks like so much fun to be able to explore each snowy island. πŸ™‚

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  27. Your writing and your darn cute dogs always make me smile. Thank you Rachel, Cricket and Butterfly!

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  28. Wonderful verbal image of the smell of little bird feet. Their noses are amazing!

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  29. Love her “thoughts” on naming the ice berg nations. She is very clever. πŸ˜‰

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  30. With the snow, green grass, and colorful leaves you’ve got three season in one go! The S’mores deal two seasons, Chilly and Blowtorch, with brief intermissions of nice weather in between.

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  31. Our dogs are enjoying the beginning of The Melt now, too, but we have a ways to go before things are green. Enjoyed this!

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  32. just when i was getting lost in it, the story ended, much too soon πŸ™‚

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  33. Such beautiful pictures of Cricket! πŸ™‚

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  34. Hi Rachel. What a cutie and great pic. Thanks for the like on my post ‘Friends We Meet Along the Way’.

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  35. Why do dogs eat weeds and grass?

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  36. Lovely posts and photographs of your little darlings. I have been very upset as my Tide hurt his front leg (jumping off my bed) and I have had to go to the vet several times. He is better today.. Hoping he does not have arthritis, he will be ten in May. Have fun with your babies.

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