SNOWMAGEDDON!

Every morning around 5 or 6, I open the patio doors for six dogs who RUN outside to chase whatever may be in the yard . . . Am I bein' punk'd? This is NOT funny! I gotta go! I figured something like this would happen, as the doors face east and the winds were NNE all night, so I had the shovel inside. I told the Six-Pack to just cross their legs and wait a few minutes while I dig them out a trench. Rosie didn't . . . I suppose I should give out numbers. It's so crowded a dog can't even turn around! I hear them grumble . . . . . . so I dug out a layby . . .

CONTINUE WITH WINTER STORM 2011 HERE