Ordinarily my little black dog loves the snow. ­­ He plants his face in the drifts then resurfaces covered in white powder.

Then he runs around like a coked-up demon.

Today, however, is not one of those I Love Snow days.

It snowed about four inches before the ice pellets fell. He padded across the snow’s hardened crust until he found the perfect spot and he stood there with his leg lifted – until – he fell through the crust.

And as my little dog stood there – snow up to his willy, ice pellets bouncing off his nose – he gave me the most pitiful look.

what the hell
this snow hurts

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