This is Kramer hauling ass through the snow. Regis takes him back there and lets him run and he loves it.
The path to the front door of our little house. Regis has sure learned how to move snow since he moved to Minnesota. Even though we haven't had much in the last few years, he's figured out how to move it far enough so that we're ready for the next load.
This was a beautiful snow...sparkly and light and it coated trees and mailboxes and bird feeders. A Christmas card kind of snow. It only bought us a two-hour late start and not the snow day we were hoping for, but we still enjoyed it. Regis is whooped from spending two hours behind the snow blower, but he enjoyed it, too!