The Blizzard of '15
Tuesday morning, 7 am: Dylan takes Henry out for morning walk. Henry does not enjoy it nearly as much as he said he would. Henry spends the next few hours sacked out on his fancy new big-dog bed. I made a pot-roast.
Tuesday afternoon: Another walk. Henry doesn't like snow blowing in his face.
Not quite the dramatic superstorm the media made it out to be, but I heard it was worse in other places. We never lost power and didn't run out of food, booze, toilet paper, or dog treats. I think we probably got 2.5 feet? People were busy shoveling today.
Thankfully, my car didn't get that much snow and is almost shoveled out.
And look! a Snow-Selfie!