Dogs In Snow

a canine nirvana

alto
alto
Oct 28, 2018 · 2 min read

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.

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alto

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alto

Flight paramedic turned MFA creative non fiction grad. HIV researcher. ENFP. Poetry, memoir, intersectionality, photography, art, dogs. https://allanrae.com

SNAPSHOTS

SNAPSHOTS

An art and photography publication focused on visual narrative in storytelling.

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