Yesterday Harri didn't get to go on her daily kitten-walk. We were
driving through northern Utah and western Wyoming, and the temperatures
were ranging from 10 degrees to minus 10 degrees (F, not C). With ice
and snow all over everything and temps that low, I decided it would not
be in her best interest to try to go for a walk.

Today we were able to head south, planning to deliver in the LA area
Thursday morning. As we got near Kanaraville, UT I spotted a rest area
with less snow cover than we had been seeing, and the temp was all the
way up to 22 degrees, so I figured it would be worth a try. I parked,
got Harri all harnessed up, and headed over to the pet area. I found a
reasonably snow-free area and put her down, and she went charging down
the hill. Straight into the snow. Snow drifted deeper than she is tall.
She made it about 6 feet until she bogged down in snow that came up to
her tummy, then struggled back a couple of feet. I picked her up and put
her on another fairly clear patch of ground, and she again bounded into
snow up to her tummy.

When I picked her up and put her on clear ground again she turned around
and made a beeline for the truck. She never does that! When we go
walking I always have to pick her up and carry her, with her crying all
the way back. "Please, Paw, just 5 more minutes!". This time there was
no hesitation at all - straight to the truck, and stand on her hind feet
trying to reach the steps herself. She does NOT like snow!

We finally drove out of the snow around St. George. When we got to
Nevada the temp was actually up into the 50s so I found a truck parking
area and we went for a real walk. Since it had been a couple days I let
her keep us out an hour and a half instead of our usual hour. She found
close to a dozen lizards to chase (didn't catch any), and was so
exhausted when we finished our walk that she slept for the next 3 hours.

Dan