Ten inches in my front yard this morning. Nigel is lucky to be a big dog. A smaller dog would have had a harder time relieving himself. We tried walking down the street early this morning -- kids were already being pulled on sleds, neighbors constructed an igloo. I was curious to see the snowmen that had sprouted up. The roads were totally car-less. It was a good time to walk. Nigel, however, was interested in going home. He lifted his leg once, pooped fast, and made a mad bee-line for home. Walking in the salt sprinkled road of recent storms was tough, but Nigel used to like to gallop in the heavily-packed snow from big storms several years ago. Not this time. Age is catching up with Nigel. Snoozing on a purple rug, under a heat vent is his idea of a perfect snow day!
Meanwhile Charlotte, who loves to try to escape out the front door, did just that. Three seconds into her mad-dash she made a quick u-turn and bolted into the house. Freezing wet stuff on her soft pink pads was not to be.
And, in case you are wondering -- the shelter animals are safe and warm thanks to the incredible dedicated WARL staff and volunteers!!