



Posting the picture of Daisy made me think of one of my fondest snow memories. When my parents lived on their 3 acres I loved when it snowed! A blanket of white surrounding us. Our dogs would run through it cutting paths and eating the snow when they needed a drink. It would be so cold out and they would run son hard they were panting and steam would rise off of them. They would even make snow balls. Yes, my dogs would make snow balls. The snow would cling to their fur and freeze into snow balls on their legs. So much fun!!!
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