It has hit. In a Big, Bad way. Luckily there was very little ice before the massive snow storm hit around 1:40 this morning. Here we are, 14 hours and 9 inches of snow or so later & it's still coming down. Husband keeps shoveling a patch in the back for the dogs to use when they need out but snow keeps sliding off the roof & filling in his hard worked open spot.
Unfortunately that means I have snowy dogs coming back in every 2 hours & my carpet isn't happy.
We did let the FarmHands go out to play this morning. 30 minutes of dressing and fussing and crying because no one had boots that fit for 15 minutes of playing outside followed by 3 hours of laundry to recover from the excursion wasn't entirely worth it in my book, but if the hadn't been out I'd have never heard the end of it. Mama went outside with them only to be the last out the door and the first back in (after getting everyone else dressed and out I had to come back in with the first FarmHand that got too cold...Bitsy). Now I'm paying the price for a free fall into a snow angel. It was much easier when I was 9. At 36 my neck didn't handle the landing quite like I expected and now it's a little on the stiff side. But the snow angel is wonderful so maybe it's all worth it.
Misha Gale is loving all the snow. I'm happy for her. She's been depressed since we lost Bonpas last month. 9 inches of snow has brought the puppy out in her again. I can't wait to see what she does in February when she gets her baby sister. Husband's cousin who owns Misha's mom, just posted that Skye was having litter #3 last week. Much to our surprise, the puppies came along Saturday night/Sunday morning. There's one red baby girl in the litter and Husband already has his name on her. Her name will be Sasha Skye.
Merry Christmas to you all from all of us down on the farm!