It's snowing, and Lagniappe is outside playing in it like a furry fool. I haven't been able to get him in the house since noon.
Every now and again, he'll bang on the door, but when I open it, instead of coming in, he runs back and picks up one of his flat basketballs, trying to bait me to go out and play with him.
I've been out there to play with him five times now, but I still can't get him back in the house for anything. He's loving the snow way too much.
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