Naturally, no work today, so there goes 12 hours of overtime. Not sure about tomorrow -- no word yet on whether we work. Be nice to know early, so I know whether I can sit up late drunk-blogging, or go to bed. Ah, well.
In any event, work, no work, snow, more snow, whatever, I have some snow pictures. Woke up this morning, had a little trouble opening the door:
So, I went outside, shoveled the porch and walk to try and make it possible for the backup auxiliary dog to go do what dogs do when they go outside:
She wsn't crazy bout the whole thing:
Although on a later trip outside, she decided to snowplow with her face:
Things got buried pretty good:
Like I said:
Still, folks managed to dig out:
None of this bothered Jeb the Wonder Dog:
He managed to strike gallant poses everywhere he went:
He complained that the closeup took something away from the context of the original photo, which resembled the windswept Russian steppes and cast him as a cross between Jack London's White Fang and Dr. Zhivago:
So I hope the dog is happy. I'm so sore from shovelling that happiness is beyond me.
1 comment:
Sounds like you could use some warming weather/climate/global whatever.
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