Luckily we're just far enough east of the Lake Erie lake effect belt that we didn't have the devastation. We did, however, have more than enough for me.....The dogs are adjusting to the white stuff in their own very different ways.
|comfort is at the top of this old girl's list|
Sasha doesn't really care for the snow. She wanders all the way to the end of the yard looking for that "special" spot, then realizes that her delicate little feet are frozen, that she can't possibly stand on them, they're just too cold. Help me Dave, I can't walk. How will I get back to the house? Once safely back inside, she prefers to lay in the hall with her belly to the heat run, soaking up every possible btu.
Dave has found a few woodworking jobs that can be done in the basement while old man winter visits.
|the master woodworker ponders his next move|
|tis summer no more|
We're not letting this snow keep us down. Thursday night we tucked in behind a school bus so we could follow its lights through the whiteout conditions. We had dinner reservations at the Rabbit Room don't you know......a little snow can't keep us from our favorite restaurant!