Our nearly snowless winter was too good to last. With nearly a foot of snow accumulation and a windy day, our road out was impassable. The dogs, of course, were thrilled that mom was home all day to bother.
Maple had a great time tunneling through the snow and wrestling with Alder the poodle boy. Old lady Camas (in the middle) prefers to be inside with a hot cup of cocoa.
Burka (aka, the basket case) is best equipped for snow, coat-wise, but she’d rather be inside worrying about something. Worrying is what Burka does best.
Playing is what Maple does best.
Alder’s legs are long enough that he doesn’t have to swim through the snow like the golden shrimp.
And the Chase-the Poodle game is ON!
Golden retrievers are handy for picking up dropped gloves. Unless you want the glove back…
The grader finally went by about 3 pm. With the wind blowing, the road drifts shut again in an hour or two, but it is reassuring to know that, if one us has a heart attack shoveling snow, the ambulance will probably arrive before the body reaches ambient temperature.
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