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In my younger days, and I believe I am old enough to say that now, we trudged to school in inches of snow. We threw snowballs at other school busses that slogged by. Narry a snow day went by when we didn't return to our houses soaked from making snow angels or dodging snow bombs from the other kids.

That was the 1970's in Pennsylvania. I am now in Smithfield, Virginia and snow is viewed differently. With the winding back roads and insufficient crews to clear streets, I understand calling a snow day before the snow hits. I even view it differently, it's cold, it's wet, I am extra careful so I won't fall. Old bones do not good snow angels make.

But for dogs, I don't think their opinion will ever change. Jazzy loves the snow.


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