(*Feff: a footed pj, from a Dr Seuss book - I have had numerous questions about this)
Go dogs, go! Parker reverts to puppy hood when it snows like this. She runs around and really drags her paws when I make them come inside the house. Sahale gets a little cold and is happy curled into a tight ball on the couch waiting for our return. Babe helped me shovel and I kept pushing him to the end of the driveway and then he would roll back to me - I just kept repeating this in between each shovel. It kept him entertained for a while - just when I thought I would have to stop for yet another break, the nice man across the street helped dig through the snow plow berm. I think estimates were about 26 inches, yes 26. Craziness!