The Return of the White Stuff

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The white stuff came back. It just couldn't stay away. It had to taunt us again this winter season. Little did it know, we were ready this time. All of us - even Scottie Dad - were safe at home and ready to huddle by the fire should Mr. Winter and his layers of ice take away our power. Luckily, that never happened. What did happen was some extra play time in the iced-over snow! Mr. K was ecstatic to learn that his paw prints didn't sink in the white stuff this time. In fact, they didn't even leave a mark! The white stuff looked very much the same but it was, in reality, very different. This white stuff he could glide across with extra speed. He sat outside, tongue hanging out, ready to jump and catch any snowflake or drop of sleet he could catch. When we finally were able to coax him back inside, his fur looked like he had a really bad case of dandruff but it didn't bother him one bit. Heather, on the other hand, couldn't be coaxed outside whatsoever. Instead, she stood in the doorway and watched her brother act all kinds of cold weather crazy!