The Snow Look

Woo, everypup and everycat.  It's me, Dave.  What a difference a day makes!  You saw yesterday how I was enjoying a little Kansas sunshine, comfy grass, and my squeaky bone.  I wondered why, when we went out in the afternoon, Zim kept getting a funny look on his face.  It was one I should have recognized, but I had just never seen Zim do it before.

So ... fast-forward to this morning.  Here I am on our after-breakfast walk:

On our way out

That's about when I remembered where I've seen that look before.  That was our sister Ammy's Snow Look!  (Check out this lesson she gave Zim.)  Yep.  She and our great sister Jesse could always tell when snow was on the way -- and Zim sure knew yesterday!

A certain biped around here was doubtful that we'd get any.  I'm not going to name names.

"Davy, I said I hoped they were wrong!"
"C'mon, Dad.  Let's go!"

Woo. I remember things a little differently.

On our way home

The picture above is my Snow Look, in case anyone is wondering.  Ha woo.

Luv,

Dave