At our old house, we had a dog door – and when snow hit the ground, Coral would come zipping in the house, racing around, then back outside. Then, as if it were a victory lap, she’d do it again. She was our barometer for snow days.
Now that our dogs are a little less puppy-ish, and we don’t have a dog door, the barometer is them looming at back our back door.
Going in the yard is a privilege, since they have their own dog run – but they are smart enough to know they generally get a free pass to the yard when it snows.
Here’s our pretty girl Coral:
and Summer, too:
Voting goes through February 14th, 2010.
by Heather
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