Getting to Snow You

Six inches of snow means fun times for a toddler and a dog. Put them together and you have twice the fun, twice the wet feet (half more?) and soggy pants from lots of rear-in-the-snow action (Harry's, not mine).

Our buddy Lucy wasn't quite as keen on the whole scene -- she preferred to cheer Harry on in his face-off with the dog from behind the kitchen window. She seemed genuinely worried for his safety, peeping "Harry inside!"

I'm just sorry that Paul missed the fun. He got up at the crack of dawn to drive to Bethesda to be sworn in to government service. Our own little intelligence officer. He's so proud. Yea Paul! Now come home and play with us.