SnowGuess Winner and Tricked by Mom

It 's been quite a week.  Records were broken in at least one city of Montana for the amount of snowfall in a twenty-four hour period.  Before the BIG storm, meteorologists projected forty inches in four days in many of the mountains of our great state!  Weather people seem to sometimes have difficulty forecasting the weather here though, so I challenged you to estimate how much would really fall.  So do you think my peeps now need to shovel a path for me just so I can do my business?  Here is the Scrappy truth.  A lot more snow fell south of us....but when it was all said and done...(actually it's NOT done; the snow is still falling)  our local ski resort reported....drum roll....wait for it....twenty-two new inches of snowfall over the four day period. 

SO, without further a-doo, my tail is wagging for 2browndogs, (actually the very first blogger to forecast) the big winner of a NYLABONE from me, the Scrapster for guessing closest at twenty-one inches!   Congrats!  Please send your mailing address to me at yorkietails at gmail dot com so that my peeps can get that package mailed off to you by the beginning of the work week!  Who at your house will get the Nylabone?  Freighter the new puppy?  Please paw me and let me know!   I am so excited for you to be NOW known as the Snowstormin' forecastin dogs!

The SNOW has been great, but unfortunately for me, I haven't been able to venture out much in it  yet.  Wondering why?  After posting my snowy night pics for wordless Wednesday and mom working a bit lot on her computer, I got all happy when mom went to the closet and got this out...

                          Always a good sign.  Means I get to go with - very exciting!

We loaded up into the car.  About 15 minutes later, I realized I'd been tricked.  Oh no!  Not this place!  I know THIS place.  Instantly I became gripped with fear!  She noticed.  Tried to tell me "Oh, Scrappy, it'll be okay!"   Ahhh..no!  I don't think so! 

She greets the receptionist and makes a comment about how scared I am to be there..."Just feel this bag shake!", she says.  Totally tricked by Mom!

She takes me out and I cling to her.  Then she puts me on the cold stainless steel scale and says "Stay"!  Apparently, I gained a few ounces...(is that good or bad?)  Then she scoops me up and tries to calm me while we wait. 

See my ears back?  See me quiverin'?

                                               Then look what this way wanders!

I am curious about this kitty with a lion cut at first...but then, I get nervous when the kitty stands up on her hind legs and seems to want to climb in my bag !  What are you doing Lion Cat? Not my new bag!  My Nylabone is in there. 

Saved (sort -of) by Dr. Scott.  Mom puts me on the COLD exam table and holds on while he checks me over everywhere.  And I mean EVERYWHERE.

 Mom tells him I woke up shaking my silly little head.  Hmmm.  "Well, let's have a look." He gets close to my ear and I give out a good yelp.  "Scrappy, you are so dramatic, I'm not even in your ear yet!"    Mom has to help hold me still.  He proceeds to tell Mom both ears look red and pretty suspicious.  That's when he gets the Q-Tip thingy out.  YIKES!  Mom holds me tight again and in each of my ears that thing goes and I ...well, I got a little wiggly. 

Then out came the needles.  No!   C'mon Mom.  This isn't fair.  You didn't tell me we were even going here, let alone it that it was time for my shots!  In the scruff of my neck Dr. Scott goes with the needles...one, two, and then three.  Please, please put me back in my bag now!

The Lion Cat is still there watching.  Laughing silently (I am sure!)

"Bacterial Infection - just ten days of this stuff deep in the ear canal and she'll be feelin' better!"

WHAT?  Greasy ears all clogged up with goop for ten whole days? 


Back in the bag.  I am not feelin' too good.  We arrive home and I make my way to my bed, my tail between my legs! I feel mopey.  I get a little sick.  Mom loves me up.  I milk it the rest of the day.

                                                                           I   rest.

A few days later, my head is lookin' pretty greasy.  The back of my neck is finally starting to feel better.  I can't hear anything.  This stuff better work after all I've been goin' through! 

This morning, Mom got the bag out again.  I was understandably leary. 

We just ran errands though.  Went to all those great places where they tell me how cute I am and try to give me treats.  I  milk that for all it's worth too.  Cute counts.  Greasy, but still cute.