Yep, it’s that time of year again. Already. Seems like it just thawed, but here we go again with the white stuff.
Jaroslav and his plate of cookies are now frosted….
And Chauncey just saw his first snow. I had dreams of him running around, chasing snowflakes, rolling in the snow. All happy and excited like, well, like a dog. But I forget, Chauncey is not a dog. Chauncey is, as my friend Marco put it, more like a boar/fish hybrid. And I think he’s personally offended by the snow.
So good times will be had as I’m trying to drag his ass around the block if it’s snowing. Note, that he’s wearing his fey little jacket. Next dog is totally going to be a german shepherd or something more sturdy.