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I woke up this morning to the sight of and inch or so of fresh, clean, pure, white snow on the ground.  Not exactly the 4-6 inches they were calling for overnight, but just enough to turn the rolling hills in the yard into a picture postcard.

Until I let Laddie out!

My serene expanse of snow now has yellow spots, seemingly endless “plow runs” from burying his long nose and pushing and tossing (perhaps his own version of a snowball fight), a multitude of paw prints everywhere, and finally…. his “piece de resistance” … his own personal snow angel from all the rolling. 

Dang that dog loves his snow!

And in he comes, clumps of snow hanging from his coat, and proceeds to shake it all over the living room.

Thanks Laddie!

Still…. I wouldn’t have him any other way!