Dogs In Snow
a canine nirvana
We woke up to it. Snow. Wet, cold, winter heralding snow.
I don’t know, perhaps I’ve lived in the Great White North too long, but there is something fundamentally wrong with the white stuff on the ground before Halloween. Like Christmas trees in malls before Thanksgiving, just no.
However, if you walk on four legs, lick your junk because you can, and take comfort rolling in dead things, well then today was your lucky day.
Happier than a pig in shit.
As you can see, geared with shiny new Hi-Vis toys, Mr. Moles and our temporary house guest, Miss Farley, made the most of what for the adults in the house was a bit of a bummer day.
Oh well, at least some us had a good time.