Yes, there’s really a dog underneath all that snow-covered hair. He loves the snow because, hello, snowBALLS! It’s like the world is covered with potential toys for throwing, catching, chasing, eating. It’s all good, as far as he’s concerned.
Except for the snowballs that collect on his legs. Once he starts walking like an old Texas cow-hand, I know it’s time to bring him in for the big melt-down.
Yesterday was fun, the snow was pretty and clean, we were all excited about a snow day.
Today’s blizzard, not fun. My fingers haven’t been this cold since I left the prairies. I’ve had my fill of shoveling. And I can’t get out to yoga to fix up all my sore muscles because a) I can’t get off the mountain and b) the yoga classes are cancelled. Because of the SNOW.
It’s been a slice, Old Man Winter. Can we be done now?
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