Lickity Split.
We’ve had our first good snow since bringing Willow home and might I say…she is in heaven.
I plopped her down in a drift taller than her, and she buried her paws, then her head, and plowed a pathway all across the deck, into the yard, and back again.
On her return, she had some licking to do.
I think that her tongue is bigger than her face.
What a weirdo.
And then she was finished. Lickity splitticky.
I think I’ll be scrubbing the patio doors for a while. Or then again, maybe I won’t – it’s possible that they’ll be crystal clear by the time it thaws out, thanks to a certain freaky deaky puppy.
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