We were suppose to get a light dusting of snow on Thursday, but we got six inches.
Driving in the morning was pure torture because the roads had not been plowed and the snow was heavy and high enough to hit my axle. It was also icy and slippery.
After the shock wore of it got pretty, and it was nice enough that Paul took Brandy to the dog park. I wish I had picture of that because he said she had such a good time rolling over and shaking while she was on her back. I only had geese to watch, but they appear to be have a good time.