Feb 11, 2010 15:43
It's snowing. For some people, this would not be news. However, I live in North Texas where "snow" means a few flurries from the sky that might or might not stick. We get sleet and ice more than we get actual snow.
And yet the puppies were almost chest deep in it when we went outside earlier. No they aren't very tall. That's not the point.
Some parts are seeing as much as eight inches. I think the official total for my neck of the woods is about five inches. DFW airport has set a 30-year high for snowfall. This is almost as crazy as when it snowed in Galveston. That was the time that I opened the door, saw snow, panicked, and had to take a moment to process what was happening before Ursula could have walkies. According to the news, snowfall is coming down at about an inch per hour.
Bella is beyond not amused at the weather. Ursula, on the other hand, is in heaven. She's already had two walks in the past three hours and I'm about to take her for a third because she's having so much fun and just generally losing her little puppy mind. I wish I had video of her tearing around in the snow.
err... what?,
puppies