The herd's weekend foray to the grasslands was short-lived.
A snowstorm blew in and they found themselves confined to quarters until it was over.
If Hank was going to get his snow crazy on, I wanted him to be close to home.
George: Go back in the house where it's warm. We'll keep an eye on him.
Lucy kept her ears pointed downward, probably so I wouldn't have to shovel them out later on.
Smooch complained about not being able to go outside,
at which point I showed her the next picture and told her to suck it up.
photo courtesy of Tara Schwab/Twitter
Is anyone reading this in Buffalo? Holy. Moly.
Lake effect snow is not for sissies.
Johnny found a dry spot on the porch from which to stalk birds.
When the storm was over, there was just enough snow to cover the grass...
...and give Lucy an excuse to eat tumbleweeds.