I was just begining to stir after an excellent night’s sleep when Tenzing announced himself excitedly at my door. “Markie,” he bellowed, “you need to come down to the garage quickly because there is a surprise for you!”
A great lover of surprises, Tenzing sped down the stairs leading from the door of the house ahead of me and disappeared around the corner. When I reached the bottom of the stairs, I got my surprise: a snowball right in the chest. This was indeed unanticipated, particularly on a brilliantly sunny, 70 degree California morning.
Zing had just returned from two days in the mountains at his grandparents and, with the assistance of my sister, had packed an ice chest full of snow to bring to the Bay Area for our snowball fight.
As with most snowball fights, there was really no loser in ours.
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I don’t imagine surprises get much better than that!
Ha ha! It’s probably hard to be grumpy about a snow-ball-in-the-chest awakening when the thrower has such a cute little face!
He is so adorable:)
i just wanted to thank you for the photos of beautiful tenzing. my first born was also a boy, and also named Tenzing – but he was half Labrador and half German – he was a dog. i waited impatiently for 30 years for the fist dog of my own and four days ago he was hit by a car. he died in my arms on the way to the vet and i am quite devastated. but i am now trying to focus on the fact that we did choose to name him Tenzing, protector of buddhist doctrine, thus the irony, now is my lesson to let go of this deep attachment to my dear boy. anyways, i cannot sleep from the grief and it was lovely to see these photos of this dear boy.
Rae:
Thanks for sharing your story. My condolences.
For what it’s worth, our Tenzing has the table manners of a German Shepherd (without the adventurous appetite, sadly) and the affectionate attitude of a Labrador.
MBJ
That sounded like fun:))