Well, instead of mud, I got snow on my boots this morning.  Good times.  Me and Mr. Grey went for a walk starting at about 10 after 8.  The little dude was so excited about the snow that he wouldn’t eat breakfast.  Instead he was pounding on the door and bringing me the backpack carrier.  

We took a stroll around the neighborhood in the driving snow.  I love the silence that a snow storm imparts to the normally crazy world of sound in the neighborhood.

 When we got back he was covered in snow.  And dad, frankly, was pretty tired.  The short walk seemed a lot longer with 30 extra pounds and 5 inches of snow…