A chilly hello to everyone! I'm your hardy doggie reporter Chester L. W. Spaniel, and this is
The Daily Bone.
No, it's not January. No, it's not February. No, it's not even March! In fact, it's not even officially winter yet. But here I am, standing in the snow in the middle of November. While snow this early is not unheard of here in WNY, we feel kind of cheated out of Autumn.
Of course, you know, my ghostwriter is still clinging to her belief that it's never actually winter until we either get a big blizzard, or it's Christmas, whichever comes first. Was this not a big enough snowfall? She was just grumbling about her horrifying drive home from work on unplowed, icy, slippery, snow-covered roads after leaving work at 3am Monday night. She says she saw a few snowplows along the road, but they were just ditzing around, deciding if they should start doing their job or not.
Well, I'm not complaining! Here are some pictures of our winter wonderland:
|Icicles and snow clouds|
|A parking lot snow plow|
|Parking lot snow mountain with two crows on top|
|Looking for a hand-out|
Yesterday afternoon, I chased a squirrel. You can see his tail sticking out of the snow a few feet ahead of me here.
He scurried up the pear tree.
But then, he had no place else to go! Bwahahahahaha!
Anyway, I wonder how long this snow will last?