Harley is happy though. We're home, which means he's not at the kennel. And he loves snow. especially when he can walk all over the top of it. It means I could snowshoe or cross country ski, but I don't care about that anymore.
Our snow gauge, yesterday. UGH.
And this is the morning after we arrived home from London (March2)and had to dig ourselves out. That foot or more right behind Dave's legs is FRESH snow. What we missed and what we had to shovel. Can hardly bare to look at it. Good thing we've had a bit of melt. I think we need more London photos, maybe help kill the burning desire to hop a plane and get out of here.