Iowa was hit by a snowstorm yesterday and early today. I am not a fan. But you know who is? Walter. He loves watching the snowflakes come down. I like to pretend he's remembering his days on the streets (the days before Mr. D and I picked him up at the animal shelter), and he's grateful he has a warm place to lay his head. But he's probably just thinking about when we're going to feed him next. The butthead.
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