|Dog-shaped lightning captured in mid sprint through shoulder-deep snow.|
Yesterday, the weather forecasters were huffing and puffing about a coming snowstorm. I don't generally pay much heed, as it is not infrequent that their predictions are overblown. As it turns out, this time they were right.
We awoke to school and work closures and a lot of white stuff all around. I spent much of the afternoon shoveling, and as there is already another 8+ inches of snow on the areas where I shoveled 12+ inches earlier, it looks like I'll be doing the same tomorrow.
|Snowmobile tracks down the middle of the street. A perfectly groomed fat bike trail.|
|Who, me? Do I look like I could have just plowed through a snowbank and nullified your shoveling job?|
|Furry spotted snow dolphin swimming through the powder.|
|It takes a little more effort to sniff for random poo in a blizzard.|
Physiologically, Scout is a curious mix of dense fur in some places and much less dense in others. Her size is not unlike that of a smaller sled dog at 38 pounds, maybe like a Seppala Siberian Husky. She apparently has a guard coat and undercoat, but I'm no expert in making this determination, and has a lot of fur between her toes. In any case, she is no stranger to snow or life outside, frequently licking a mouthful of snow on the fly for a quick treat. At some point, we might have a doggie DNA test to find out what flavors contributed to her unique makeup.
|Snow demon on the rampage.|
|Close to 8:00 PM looking to the East. It should be dark, but the snowflakes are illuminated in the sky by the city lights.|
So, anyone out there have a large framed Pugsley for sale or trade? I've got a vintage Trek sport tourer, an antique Vespa, an old Velosolex, and a handful of other bikes to be had.