Snowy Dogs on Thursday

Yesterday morning, I woke up and Britknitterville was covered in the dreaded white stuff. Blech. I'm absolutely positive that I am meant to live somewhere where the only snow you see is when the TV screen goes kerfluey! Oh, and the weather guys said it was just supposed to be a nuisance - it wouldn't amount to anything at all. Does this look like "nothing"?


How about this?

That's one of the garden chairs by the garage. I didn't have a ruler handy, so do you see that blue thing sticking out of the snow? Anyone recognize it?

Yup - my needle sizer/gauge calculator thingy. More than 6 inches of snow - definitely more than a "nuisance"!

The good part of it is that at work on Monday I had emailed a bunch of files to myself so that I could work on them at home on Tuesday because they were talking about icky weather on Tuesday. Did we get it? Nope. How about on Wednesday when they said it would be fine...was it? Nope. I think my left pinkie toe could do a better job of forecasting the weather! They all sound so positive when they're making their predictions, too. I wish, just once, one of the meteorologists would say "You know, we just don't have a clue what is going to happen tomorrow. Could be rain, could be snow, could be a freakin' tornado for all we know. It's all a crap shoot, so good luck out there. "

OK, my rant is over, and I feel much better now. I know anyone stopping by here on Thursdays is looking for dog pictures, so here you go. I must have taken about 20 pictures of the dogs playing in the snow, and this is the only one that came out.


That's Emma doing one of her many circuits of the yard. Silly girl! After much running and playing, they were all tired enough that, miracle of miracles, I was able to get all three of them in a picture without resorting to bribery (a.k.a. multitudes of treats).

Such sweeties! Maybe snow isn't all bad after all.