Avoiding Snowmageadon

First we were supposed to get over a foot of snow. Then it was 8-12 inches of snow. By Tuesday we were down to 3-6 inches but starting Wednesday afternoon. When we went to bed, no snow. It was blowing around when we woke up this morning, but not really coming to anything much. Dog Dad and Mom were not displeased. They were able to get out and go to the pool to exercise as the pool has been closed during all the other storms last night.

While the storm tried to get up its energy we didn't get much more than an inch. Perhaps Spring is starting to assert itself.

The Snow Corridor

Mom has certain shots that she just likes to get of us. One is comparing us to the height of other things, high snow walls work. The other is her strange facination with the paths in our race track that Dog Dad digs for us. She just delights in catching pictures of us in the paths.

Wordless Wednesday: What are you looking at Mom?

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March Madness

Brackets are broken and for once we aren't to blame. It truly is crazy. Dog Dad is a huge college basketball fan and we are here to be supportive, loving and encouraging but we will admit we just don't understand much other than when the teams win we get petted, when they lose we get petted. It seems like a good situation all around to us.

Monday Mischief: Mining Snow Cookies

Scooping up snow cookies when the snow is fresh is easy. However, as the snow crusts over with melting and refreezing there is more work involved for the same tasty product. Mom loves to capture us at work.

Don't get me started on the distractions of the tourists taking pictures or the competition who messes up my neat sites for snow cookie removal. She can destroy any sight in moments.

Happy St. Patrick's Day

Happy St. Patrick's Day!!

Mom changed the Valentine's Flag to the St. Patrick's Day flag right after a snow storm. Mom offered a trade of a cookie for a picture with the flag for today's post.

Thankful Thursday: Our Snow Race Track

Dog Dad is amazing. No matter how awful the snow storm he always cleans out our race track so we have a place to potty and play. On this thankful Thursday, we are thankful for Dog Dad and our race track. Long after the snow has stopped we have our wonderful track to chase and play and yes do our necessary business outdoors until we it melts enough to venture out on to the frozen tundra.