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November 7, 2008

Augh!


*dies a little inside at the first snow of the season*

9 comments:

Francis Scudellari said...

I looked at the pic and didn't even see the snow at first, so I was a bit confused at what the cute dog did wrong :). I'm dreading our first one down here in Chicago.

Berryvox said...

Ha! I almost took a picture of just the snow on the ground but the dog made a much better subject. :)

Titania Starlight said...

Call me weird but I love snow. Where I live it is a rare occasion to get snow. My home state of PA. does get its fair share. I miss it.

It looks like puppy does not care to step into it. Poor thing.

Berryvox said...

I think my hatred of snow is partly created by the fact that I live in the city. Snow doesn't stay white and pristine here. Within a week, the streets are lined with ugly gray mush from all the pollutants.

Ah, Button's fine with the snow. She goes racing through it without a thought. :)

Ferd said...

I heard there was snow up there. Yuck!!!

I also heard something like 4 feet of snow in S. Dakota!!! Was that right???

I'm moving to NC shortly. 50 degrees in January, with overnight lows of 30. Very occasional dusting of snow, quickly melting by morning. And quickly back into comfortable weather after January. I can live with that!!! : )

Berryvox said...

The only thing I know about South Dakota's snowfall I heard from my mother.

Her: "They got 30 feet of snow!"
Me: "??? That can't be right."

She tends to exaggerate. lol. I'm sure they DID get hit hard though.

Yeah! I read about your move on your blog. Good luck! :) Minnesota weather makes me really miss Nevada.

Fizzgig said...

My dog hates the snow too. is this a shih tzu?????

(I have one)

Berryvox said...

Nope. She's a mixed breed. Mother's a Pekinese and the father's a schnauzer.

Nomad said...

Snow is just fine.. makes everything simple and clean looking. Great to look out up from a cozy second floor window, with warm slippers, and heavy bathrobe and a cup of cocoa with a marshmallow. However, when I have to trudge to work, with each breath burning my lungs and every step begins with a slight frightening twist of the heel. The snow that gets into the gap between your sock and your ankle. No.. no.. I would prefer summer anytime.