The snow has been around for so many days now that I can't even remember when these pictures were taken. Yesterday, I guess?
We got 20+ inches here.. the 6th worst storm all-time in New York City. Or, if Marge is keeping track, the 6th best storm in NYC history.
She did lots of hopping around in the field. In the backyard, it was more of a climbing expedition than anything else.
Yep, no shoveling had to be done in my backyard, as snow drifts created a huge bare patch that makes pottying convenient.
Marge says, I peed, I pooped. Now I have to POSE?!
The front of the house was another story, and my back is still out of whack from the amount of shoveling I did on Monday. My dad has a snow blower (and probably clocked in about 12+ hours with it), but it's obviously ineffective for the house steps and underneath the tires of my car and stuff like that.
We did have one mishap.. I took Marge out for too, too long of a walk this afternoon around the perimeter of the field, thinking the road would be plowed (it wasn't) and walked so far that I was too exhausted to walk back. Thankfully, I was very close to a main road, which made it easy for someone to come and pick me up (my dad). Yeah.. not one of my brightest moments and I shudder to think about what I would have done if I didn't have my cell phone with me! Marge enjoyed it, though.
I'm kind of ready for it all to go away now. I like snow because Marge likes it and I'm weird in that I appreciate how full of wrath/power/beauty nature can be, but there is just SO much snow that walking Marge is going to be pretty darn hard for awhile.