That was me. I was yelling it so loud that my neighbors could have called to also volunteer. Surely it was heard all through the house. I was struggling with my boots, looking out the kitchen window at what I hope will be the last snowflakes of the winter. It snowed all night so the quietness of the cold outside made it appear that everything was still asleep under the thick white blanket of snow.

I called out again.

Still no response from the four women of the household, who by the way, use that driveway as often as I do. As I reached for the door I heard her running down the stairs, at least I’ll have some company. It was "Cookie"(She’s my dog).

"Good morning girl." I said to her. " Wanna go out?"

There’s no mistaking a tail-less dog being happy … Her entire rear end was wagging. She darted by me as I opened the door and quickly disappeared in the high drifts of snow by the house. It was bright and beautiful outside. All the branches on the trees were bent from the weight of the heavy snow looking like they were frosted with whipped cream. I headed for the street where I knew what would be waiting for me, the heaviest pile of snow usually found at the end of the driveway … you know … where the plows go by.

"Cookie! Cookie!" I called, after losing sight of her. "There you are!"

The Boston Terrier, being a rather short dog in height, has to do a lot of leaping when treading a path through the snow. She was looking very much like a porpoise swimming in the ocean, every so often breaking through the top. Everything looked beautiful and all that could be heard was the scraping of a shovel a few houses down and a snowplow at work somewhere in the distance.

When there’s a snowstorm in Lynn the kids have a blast with their sleds. The city does a great job of clearing the streets for safe travel and the winter scenery is great.

And I get a tough cardiovascular workout clearing the driveway.

An hour later … the driveway is bare, the cars are snow-free and Cookie and I are pooped. We head for the warmth of the kitchen.

As Cookie and I enter the house, who do you think is leaving?

We watched as they drove down the nice cleared driveway. They turned onto the street and a few seconds later a big city plow goes by. You guessed it! There was now a new pile of snow at the end of the driveway.

"Eeeeeerrrrraa!" Cookie, head tilted, looked up at me and sighed.