Snow and snow and snow

Tonight we are sitting in the living room and all of the meteorologists in Atlanta and other nearby environs are watching the meteorological data and trying to figure out whether, where, when and how the weather will be coming tomorrow. For seven days they have been predicting some type of frozen precipitation and, depending on who you listen to and when, we might get some tomorrow or early in the morning or later during the day.

So, now we wait. And watch.

I am looking for a little snow. I would like to see how Tex responds. I used to love to watch Molly in the snow. As soon as the snow fell and no cars were running on the streets, I could open the door and let her out and Molly would run out into the snow, her liver spots on her white coat providing the only color to the scene. She loved the snow. She is the only dog I have ever had with whom I rode down a snowy hill in a trashcan lid, face to face, nose to nose. When the lid hit a mogul and spilled us both out on the icy hillside, the first thing that Molly did was hop up and lick my face.

Dogs are great.

Its cold and getting colder.