This morning we took the dog for a walk, and made it to the pedestrian bridge over I-66. Gabriela was exhausted. After slowly carving a path through two to three foot snow drifts, the bridge was a welcoming foot of shallow snow.
Simba couldn't get enough of the snow. He ran back and forth and watched the few crazies driving along the highway. Then I suggested, that we keep going and Gabriela creatively expressed her disapproval in full tween drama.
I laughed. She laughed (well...more of a hyena cackle-grunt), and we turned around and headed back home.
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