|Isn't Indy the prettiest thing?|
I took this picture today,
15 December 2013.
Look at how
she automatically crosses her paws
when she lies down.
Actually, it wasn't all that bad, I just got snow all over my clothes, and we were going to a concert (Spyro Gira, a jazz ensemble from the 1970's) with my SIL and her hubby. So I go inside and tell the husband to meet me in the bathroom . . he gave me the funniest look, but followed me in saying, "What do you want me in the bathroom for?"
When I turned on the light, I said, "I need a clothes brusher for my backside."
I had snow all down the back and side of my right pant leg, and down the side of my right arm . . . so, I spent the first part of the evening (dinner at a local pub . . Friday Night Fish Fry and they had PERCH . . . which is what I ALWAYS had in Indiana at the Fish Fries there.) with wet pants and a damp shirt.
But, all in all, the concert was great so, I guess, the fall and clean steps made the evening worthwhile . . . at least, it made them clear for the snow that started overnight Friday/Saturday.
It snowed, light, fluffy flakes all day Saturday and this is what we ended up with today.
|I thought this would give you an idea of the depth of the snow.|
Indy was enjoying being able to smell the ground.
She LOVES the snow, but it throws her "smeller" off.
One of our neighbors, across the street, came over and snow-blowed the driveway and front sidewalk. You can tell in the picture he even cleaned a path to the back door and to the passenger door of the van.
He will DEFINITELY get some early Christmas cookies and Chex Mix as a thank you from us.
|Talk about "Christmas-y" front steps!|
You can see I cleaned myself a path
and I did it C*A*R*E*F*U*L*L*Y!
Before I cleaned off the front steps, again, this time from the bottom up so I wouldn't wipe out again, I took Indy to the back yard for a run . . . she is SUCH A SNOW DOG!
The rest of the day has been quiet. I spent most of the afternoon with Abigail . . . every once in a while she gets the urge to lay on my chest like she did as a kitten. I just can't tell her no. She is an older lady, so I am always worried it might be our last nuzzling time.
When she first came to live with me, she would crawl up on my left shoulder and lie over my left breast. I wonder if she could hear or feel my heart beat? To this day, she still lays with her head on my left side.