Mr. Frog gives his weather forecast: "Ninety-nine percent sure we have snow."
All the signs are there.
Yes, even the front yard has been hit by Old Man Winter.
So, being a good Doggie Mom, I troop outside in my winter boots and heavy robe, sweeping a path for Indy. After all, he's got very short legs. Snow would be mighty cold on his belly. I huff and puff, actually working up a sweat to make things easier for Indy. But that's okay. Nothing's too good for my little guy.
Finally, a path into the grass has been prepared. I put away the broom and allow him to put his dainty paws into the arctic area of the backyard. Here's what happens:
Seriously. I guess he prefers a cold belly.
This is the biggest snow we've had in quite some time, at least nine inches. Every school in the county is closed. You'd think my office would take a hint and do the same. Visions of staying in my robe all day while I write a snow-inspired masterpiece dance in my head.
But no such luck. We're opening at noon, so I better not get too comfortable. I'll be at work later today.
That is, if I can get out of my driveway!