Sometime before 10pm on Friday the snow started. Sometime after 10pm on Saturday it stopped... at least 17 inches later (possibly up to 20).
By 8am on Saturday morning we had about 7 inches.
When we took the pup out again at 4pm it was up to 16 inches.
Harry wasn't too sure what to make of the snow. He was freaked out and excited to play at the same time. This led to him randomly charging ahead which caused some issues as we tried to keep up through the piles of snow.
Every once and awhile Harry would go into a sit, as if to say "If I sit I usually get a treat. So I'm sitting, can we go in? Or at least make this white stuff go away?"
You'll notice we were walking in the middle of the street. No, we haven't forgotten what our parents taught us. It's just that the street was the only place where the snow wasn't knee high. Even there though, all the streets looked like this:
On the plus side, the house looked good.
The old windows also provided many an icicle and frosty window pane.
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