What do a brain-damaged corgi and snow-shoveling have in common?

As I discovered when we had our first major snowstorm, something quite unintended. To be sure, BeeBee loved romping in the snow once I’d cleared an area for her and Frica to play in. I also enjoyed the fact that the snow was deep enough that I didn’t have to worry about them going anywhere but where I’d shoveled because the deep snow acted like a natural fence.

But above and beyond that, BeeBee enhanced my snow-shoveling experience for a quite unrelated reason: carrying her up and down the stairs for the past three months has increased my arm strength. That, in turn, made it easier for me to shovel. Not exactly earth-shaking news, but I certainly appreciated because there was an awful lot of snow to shovel.