Once again we woke up to 6″ of snow this morning. It causes hell on the roads, but it does make the place look pretty. At least as you’re sitting in gridlocked traffic you can admire the snowy whiteness all around you.
As usual I stopped at the dog park on the way home from dropping Hoss at school, although on days like this I know the walk may be truncated. Megs gets little balls of compacted snow stuck between the pads of her paws, causing her to launch into full drama queen mode, limping pathetically around until she feels she’s adequately conveyed the full horror of her plight – and received a sufficient amount of sympathy.
This morning the walk was even shorter than I expected; after about 10 minutes, she just turned around and headed back to the car. She spared me one backward glance that clearly said “I don’t know what your plans are, but I’m done”.
Sadly, she forgot to grab the car keys so I was forced to follow her back rather than leaving her to sit forlornly by a locked car, like Lassie only less noble.