So I awake this morning (Thanks Belle, you little #@%&*) to find several inches of new snow on the ground and a snow sky that suggests that we'll be getting a lot more. I put the dogs out and watch them from the window to see what they do. Murphy doesn't care about the snow one way or the other, but Belle has to roll in it and eat it like a little kid. Then after a minute or two, once the dog business has been taken care of by both of them, Belle drops into a play crouch and barks at Murphy and he chases her all around the pen. Then he runs and she chases him. There is much tail-wagging and play-barking as they run round and round the enclosure together and wrestle in the snow and I couldn't be happier. This is why I got her--so that Murphy would have someone to play with. It's taken a while for them to finally come together and actually play with each other like this but they're there now.
This makes the Lyme disease and Heartworm and all of the other issues worth dealing with.
As for the snow, with over six inches expected and the bulk of it across morning rush hour, and with my job sixty-five miles away, I feel a case of rectal glaucoma coming on.
In layman's terms, "I can't see my ass going in to work today."