Biscuit Meets Snow

Journal

Day 1 of Biscuit's first Canadian winter. She has lived her entire life in Houston.

She came up on a rescue transport three weeks ago. Her file said 'afraid of everything.' She sleeps in the bathtub.

Day 2. I bought her a sweater and four boots. Optimism.

Day 3. The boots. I have watched this forty times.

Day 6. She licked it. Then she ate some. Then she sneezed. Progress.

Day 9. The day she finally felt brave, a chinook blew in. Plus twelve. By lunch all the snow was gone.

She sat at the door every night after that. I didn't know a dog could miss something she used to be scared of.

Day 16. Thirty centimetres overnight. I opened the door and she didn't hesitate for even one second.

Day 16, 10 p.m. Asleep on the couch. Not the bathtub.