So it snowed.
Started Friday afternoon, and by Saturday morning we were buried. Not sure of the official totals, but we have well over a foot of fluffy white stuff.
Beautiful, unless of course you have to actually get somewhere in it! Mostly we think of the difficulty the snow creates for us humans, having to operate a car in the aftermath. But for small, round dogs, just moving around can be a real challenge.
The snow is already up over Brutus' back, and I hear another storm is on the way tomorrow. As it is the easiest way for him to get around is to dolphin-dive.
The trees were beautifully frosted this morning, it was all I could do to stop taking photos of them (although the 3F temps helped).
The sky was a brilliant blue, and it looked like each limb had been dipped in powdered sugar.
The boys didn't find it nearly as enchanting, as they tunneled around the yard.
Where's a guy supposed to do his business out here???
Catching snowflakes on your tongue, Brute?
Mason has been nice enough to tromp down some little routes (which I now call "poop chutes") that Brutus can navigate through.
So at least for now it is a little easier for Brutus to get around.
But look out, there is another storm on the way tomorrow, supposed to dump at least as much snow as this most recent one did. Brutus is going to need his snow snorkel for sure. Or maybe learn how to snow scuba if things turn out as bad as they are predicted. Instead of a photo like the one below, next time I'm afraid you might just see the tips of Brutus' ears!!