While winter is not my favorite time of the year there are some things that I enjoy about it.

A couple of those things are watching Caleb climb up snowbanks and tunnel in the snow.

We usually don’t have time for those things on our morning walk because I have to get to work. But on our evening walks I try to give Caleb time to play in the snow.

This past Friday evening I gave him an extra amount of time because it was the beginning of the weekend and the weather was nice and mild. Plus there were plenty of big snowbanks to play in thanks to the foot or so of snow we recently received.

Part of our daily walk takes us through the parking lot of a construction business. This is one big playground for Caleb as all of the snow in the parking lot gets plowed into one big snow bank.

After the recent snowfall this snowbank is as big as I’ve ever seen it. About six or seven feet tall is my guess. That’s pretty darn tall and irresistible for a corgi that likes to climb and dig in the snow.

I always keep Caleb on leash during our daily walks through the neighborhood so on this particular evening I followed along behind him as he headed up the steep snowbank. Everything was fine until we got to the top and I hit a soft spot. My right leg sunk down three or four feet in the snow, which had the consistency and holding power of wet cement.

Try as I might, I was unable to pull my right leg out of the snowbank. The main problem was that I was wearing big bulky snow boots that made it difficult to pull out cleanly.

After struggling for a minute or so, I decided that I’d have to dig my way out. With my gloved hands I started to scoop out the three or four feet of wet, heavy snow that was trapping my right boot beneath it.

While I dug I lost hold of the leash. Caleb was now free to roam around without me.

This didn’t concern me too much because we were in an empty parking lot a fair distance from the closet road. So I kept scooping away snow while Caleb headed for the next snowbank to play in.

After a few more minutes of this my right foot felt as stuck as ever while Caleb was wandering further and further off. That is when I decided that my best option to get out of my predicament before Caleb got too close to the road was to pull my foot out of my boot.

Fortunately my sock didn’t come off as it sometimes does when you take your foot out of a boot. But it definitely was a chilly walk home over the ice and snow with only a sock on my right foot.

Maybe that’s a good thing, because it helped to cool down some of the anger I felt for getting stuck in a snowbank while walking my dog.