Our dog loves the snow. He hated the rain, will object to going out in the rain. But he loves the snow.
Bela is very furry--though it feels like hair instead of fur. Snow makes him just as wet as rain does, but that hasn't occurred to him yet, I don't think.
So, today he's a wet dog.
The snow started about 11 am and it's 3:30 pm now and still snowing. It's suppose to continue until at least 11 tonight.
So, we're looking at a wet dog for awhile.
He's sleeping behind me as I type, covered with a huge white towel.
Wet dogs need towels....
Saturday, January 7, 2017
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