I’m starting to think my love of books may be giving my dog a complex.
I’m a book, okay? Now will you pet me?
Until he starts damaging books, I’m not going to discourage him. It’s pretty darned cute, and it seems to be his absolute new favorite place to sleep. He’s a good boy.
I have to hand it to Pennsylvania; the state has managed to produce two significant snowstorms this year, and a smattering of smaller snowfalls in-between. It’s almost like being back in Canada.
All week leading up to the storm, I was skeptical, but it ended up snowing for almost 20 hours straight. The result: everything is silent and beautiful, cars are buried, my event at work was canceled, and I haven’t changed out of my pajamas all day. I have no regrets.
Earlier, I used a rather unconventional method to measure the total snowfall - a very short dog.
The official accumulation stands somewhere between mid-ear and way over his head.