More snow in Kansas City. Lots of snow. White-out snow.
Someone (cough, Avery) slipped past me at the back door, and dashed into the house still coated all the way to the whiskers with sparkly snow! .
Biscuit says, "hey,you've got something stuck on your whiskers, cuz".
I guess I don't need to get the dogs a sled, they just slide down the Aframe. :-).
Hiya, handsome. I do NOT love this dog. Not at all. Not one little bit.
