Sunday Snow

We don't get much snow in the south, and we're certainly not accustomed to the abominable snow beast that can be seen on those type of wintery days.

I, myself, took a brief walk in the blissful flakefall, and was quite concerned to find that some foul creature had hunted me back to my own den. I could tell by the tracks that I had been followed:


I laid in wait, until I was fortunate enough to catch a blurred glimpse of the thing in its natural habitat (my kitchen), shaking snow off it's fuzzy hide:


Gosh but Pinot needs a haircut. Crazy, melting poodle.