Just kidding. I'm really enjoying watching Atticus act like a lunatic in the snow. However, last night could have gone better if Atticus hadn't spent two hours laying in the snow and refusing to come in. I finally had to put my boots on (I really just wanted to go to bed) and tromp out into the deep backyard to drag his sorry butt in. He'd been laying out there so long in the snowstorm that I could barely find him. He had a crust of snow almost an inch deep on him. I could swear that he snuggled in deeper when he saw me coming as if to hide himself.
Of course, when I got him in, he took off running through the house before I could get him dried off and get the snowballs out of his paws, crust of snow and all, and then I spent another half hour mopping up the floors. *sigh*
Good thing we all got a snow day today!!!
Of course, when I got him in, he took off running through the house before I could get him dried off and get the snowballs out of his paws, crust of snow and all, and then I spent another half hour mopping up the floors. *sigh*
Good thing we all got a snow day today!!!