Just The Best Thing Ever... And An Edward Movie

Just The Best Thing Ever...

and An Edward Movie

Not very far from his doorstep, many cars are in trouble.  Some face the wrong way, some are headfirst into ditches.  On the major highways they are lined up like painted toys, one after the other, as far as the eye can see, their occupants trapped for hours and hours on end.  There are schoolchildren bedding down for the night in cafeterias and classrooms while frantic parents, quite understandably, rant and rave over the city’s apparent lack of preparation for an event such as this.  Neither paperboy nor postman will visit his house today.  But the big white dog knows nothing of all this.  All he knows as he lays snuggled down in his fat paisley bed is that this has been one of the best days he can remember.

He had noticed a subtle change in the light around eleven o’clock that morning.  He didn’t think the sun could be responsible for this, for it had been so feeble at dawn it couldn’t muster a ray to pierce the pale grey wool of the strangely low-slung clouds; couldn’t paint a single shadow beneath the silent trees.  But this unknown light became brighter and brighter as the hours went on; a clear clean light that drew The Lady and The Man to the windows and caused them to smile.   The big white dog could hardly contain his curiosity.

Then he spied them pulling on extra sweaters and scarves; The Lady putting on her wellies; The Man, his gloves.  They opened the mudroom door and stepped aside for the big dog to exit.  Cautiously, he eased his head around the doorframe.  The entire world was white.  And very cold.  Blinking, he placed one big paw atop the marshmallow porch.  Ooh, it felt wonderful.  Joy overtook the big dog.  He shot out into this pristine new world in an effusive burst of jumps and rolls.  Like a pioneer explorer on an undiscovered island, his paw prints were the first to stamp this new land.   He looked around for Apple, his furry black friend, and they began a wintertime dance that continued throughout the arctic afternoon, till they had chunks of snow on the pads of their feet, till their fur was chilled and their ebony noses were cubes of ice.  

For some this January snow caused problems that shall be talked about for years.  

But for one big white dog and his furry black friend, it was just the best thing ever.