A snowstorm named Hercules.

Taking Gus out for his morning walk during/after a snowstorm is one of my very favorite things in the world. I can't tell if he really loves it or really hates it. He's cautious at first, taking it all in from the front step. Then he'll sprint through snow drifts, stop and look around in a panic, and go for a few more sprint-and-stops before rushing to the door. It's all extremely confusing, this snow business.

We'll be staying in this Friday evening, avoiding crazy winds and low temperatures. Perfect snuggle weather, I think.