Despite how little actual snow we've had, Daddy wanted to build a snowman for one of our human cousins. Cousin Kate desperately yearns for snow, but the likelihood of her seeing any this year is pretty slim. Daddy brought out the snow shovel and raked the snow on the deck into a pile (first time this season for the shovel . . . the snow blower hasn't seen the light of day in well over a year). The snow was really too light and fluffy for snowman construction, but Daddy wasn't going to be deterred. The result was a heavy bottomed, short, triangular pile of snow. Mommy helped a little bit, but she was mostly responsible for the decorations. They decided on a UGA ball cap, red scarf, and black buttons for the eyes and mouth. In keeping with the Southern theme, Daddy decided to grab a piece of okra for the nose! It also had two fir branches for arms. I think it turned out to be a decent looking snowman. It wouldn't win any contests, but you can tell what it's supposed to be. I think Kate was tickled pink with our handsome snowman (and maybe a tiny bit jealous)!
Since last Sunday night, the poor snowman has greatly suffered. Mommy removed his eyes and mouth because she was afraid the buttons would fall off and we might be tempted to eat them. Daddy removed the hat because he didn't want anything to happen to it. I'm not sure why he was so concerned; it's not as if he doesn't own dozens of ball caps!!! Food loving Jenna grabbed the okra nose and ran off with it! Our poor snowman was left with nothing but two scraggly arms. Without his decorations, his shape became even more pitiful to view.
If that wasn't bad enough, Hunter began to chow down on him! As you already know, Hunter loves snow. Most of the snow in the yard has disappeared, so Hunter had to resort to the snowman. He slowly but surely nibbled his way through the pile. Sometimes Hunter worked on its head, but usually he just ate away at one side. Perhaps if there was ever a contest to build half a snowman, ours could win?
After a day of rain, our snowman was even more pitiful. I have to admit, I couldn't resist and neither could Jenna. All three of us dug in! Before we knew it, the head fell off! We really enjoyed snacking on the snowman. Poor guy. He never knew what ate him! (Or saw it coming since his eyes were in Mommy's pocket!) Oh well. Better to eat snow than be eaten by snow, don't you think?
Words to live by,
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