Retro Icon for SNOWQUESTER POST
Alright, here are the promised photos of Tripper in the snowstorm from a few days ago. Finally.
(Also, I need new icons.)
So I journeyed home through shitty-as-fuck weather from school on Thursday afternoon. When I got home, it wasn't snowing here, and Mom said the worst had already come and gone. I was not so convinced.
We woke up Friday morning to this:
Tripper was excited until he actually got out in it and discovered how incredibly heavy it was. His favorite snow is the light fluffy kind that he can dive through like a dolphin.
So it continued snowing for several hours, and finally it slowed down enough that Dad and Derek went out to shovel.
...Tripper joined them.
I decided to go out and keep him occupied with a ball.
That was nowhere near where I threw the ball. Uhm.
Thus began the saga of trying to find the goddamn ball.
(It had gone into the snow a few feet beyond him.)
He was really convinced it was right near the deck somewhere, LOL.
At this point, Derek went in to try and find it for us. He's digging around in the snow with the broom he had been cleaning the cars with.
...He couldn't find it, either.
So we got the football. Much larger and more difficult to lose.
But at this point Tripper wouldn't trust me with his balls any more, so he just ran around in the snow with it in his mouth instead. ;A;
(Also, I need new icons.)
So I journeyed home through shitty-as-fuck weather from school on Thursday afternoon. When I got home, it wasn't snowing here, and Mom said the worst had already come and gone. I was not so convinced.
We woke up Friday morning to this:
Tripper was excited until he actually got out in it and discovered how incredibly heavy it was. His favorite snow is the light fluffy kind that he can dive through like a dolphin.
So it continued snowing for several hours, and finally it slowed down enough that Dad and Derek went out to shovel.
...Tripper joined them.
I decided to go out and keep him occupied with a ball.
That was nowhere near where I threw the ball. Uhm.
Thus began the saga of trying to find the goddamn ball.
(It had gone into the snow a few feet beyond him.)
He was really convinced it was right near the deck somewhere, LOL.
At this point, Derek went in to try and find it for us. He's digging around in the snow with the broom he had been cleaning the cars with.
...He couldn't find it, either.
So we got the football. Much larger and more difficult to lose.
But at this point Tripper wouldn't trust me with his balls any more, so he just ran around in the snow with it in his mouth instead. ;A;