Yeah... One more time. The Weatherman predicted 0% chance of precipitation... and ZERO % chance of SNOW...
So... the pup needs out at Oh-Dark-Thirty, and this is what I find when I open the door...
Yeah... that looks about like what I'd take 0% of precip and 0% snow to be...
Um... No... you ain't snookerin' me a second time in twelve hours you water logged gumball!
I wasn't plannin' on leaving for some few days... but if I was__unlike some__ I'd be delayed a few days until the ground hardens up when this melts off__ so as not to cut this meadow to ribbons in the leaving.
It's tryin' here and there to let the sun back out...
And true to form that pup thinks snow is great fun... so much that if I make the mistake of lettin' him off lead... that lil' sucker is a misery to catch back up. He's gonna have to remain on the end of something for a bit. At ten weeks old he has yet to learn that come here ya spinnin' banshee is not a command to run in circles, juuuuust out of reach!
Mostly I believe this is gonna be a couple days of cabin fevered writing... or trailer fevered maybe...
Good thing I got that propane yesterday. All my brain cells ain't dead yet...
Brian
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I've known dogs like that! Must be a secret that they learn all by themselves.
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