Almost everything closed today. But you can't close the outdoors.Hmm, tell that to someone from New Orleans. Or Lake Delton.
Seems as if we've come close over the last few years.
Meet Soco. She's a crazy-friendly one-year-old rottweiler/something else and the world is not only her toilet, but one giant powdered sugar playground.She lives down the hall.
Look at that catch—you go, girl!
No, hey, come back here.And she was raised among deer and beaver until the thaw. Which came a week later when it hit 50 degrees, then froze, then snowed, and then a tornado hit and there was fog and thunder snow until the next blizzard.
Soco
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She takes her snowballin serious!
Holy crap? Just checked the weather here....it's 74 degrees outside......wtf am I doin in here?
Yes.
ReplyDeleteWhat? F--- you.
Shouldn't you be watching football or something?
You realize you were in the playoffs.
Adorable!
ReplyDeleteWe used to throw kibble into the snow just so our dog would bury her head and come up with a pile of snow on her snout. It would just make us giggle. (We didn't have cable when I was a kid.)
Hey Cybele, Soco was under every bush and dug through every snow bank sans kibble.
ReplyDeleteHey, people watch their cats for hours, why not something more entertaining?
I don't watch my cat--but then I don't have a cat, lol. Thunder snow, huh? I think I should be grateful for simple stuff, like skating down the hill in my putt putt.
ReplyDeleteI think cat watching was invented by stoned students in someone's efficiency apartment after bar time.
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You're going to have to explain that last sentence at some point, Jodi.
I love these photos and the photo recaps are, of course, priceless. I smiled and grinned like an idiot. Thanky.
ReplyDeleteHee, hee.
Hey UH, your blog makes me larf as well. Will hopefully be able to stop by more when this giant anxiety attack subsides; or between bottles of Malox.
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