Whiteness

Well, Mo had eaten four or five bowls of snow by nine this morning.



We bundled up to head up to the park with Barley the Dog Faced Boy, and it was great. Last Thanksgiving, we launched rockets in the park it was so warm out. Hell, four days ago I think it was 70º.




I gave Barley some off-leash time because we had the joint to ourselves. The snow was nice and wet, you could make snowballs with it and me and Em threw a bunch at each other. Then I threw one at Mo but she didn't react.




Because she was having a seizure. Short one, but still. It wasn't as long a walk as last weekend when she had one on the trail, a mile or so from the car on a rugged bit of single track.