An unbiased account of the creatures and characters of Western New York, plus my usual ramblings.
Sunday, December 23, 2012
Crunchy
The snow is hard and crunchy, with a layer of ice below it. Rusty isn't enjoying it as much this week--it must feel weird to him, and he wobbles around like a baby. Walking down the driveway to the mailbox was quite enough for him this evening.
So beautiful. I'm glad you are having a White Christmas. We might have some snow by noon tomorrow.
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