The Blizzard and the Dog Walk
The dog must out.
Neither snow nor rain nor sleet nor gloom of night stays the dog and his walker from their appointed rounds.
We went out this morning around 8:30.
Riverside Drive is empty.
Inside the park, we spot a handful of sledders.
Deep inside my beautiful retaining wall, the raccoons are nestled all snug in their beds.
The windblown dog is happy in the park (though he may not look it here).
But where is everyone?
Back at home, snow, snow and snow.
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