Rocco hates the shovel. And now that snow has officially arrived in the Midwest, he is on high shovel alert, stalking it, then attacking it every chance that he gets.
It's like a hockey game every time I have to shovel a path in the yard.
A path I am shoveling FOR the dogs.
I turn into a goaltender and the sidewalk is the attack zone. There are rebounds and blocked shots and saves.
I think I need an NHL referee to get thru this winter.
Because shoveling certainly has become a type of backyard hockey game with Rocco.
Thankfully, without a puck.
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