Fiona and I have both been quite ill lately. No worries, nothing swine-y, just a pretty bad cold. I started and Fiona ran herself down taking care of me and succumbed a couple of days later. Hers, of course, is worse than mine was.
So we were both in need of a pick me up this afternoon, and we got one in the form of a wonderful, thick, fluffy snowfall. It was really beautiful to see all that white covering up the dull greyness of Aberdeen in winter.
I think there was one in our family that enjoyed it even more. Casey ran around like an absolute nutcase, burying her nose in it, trying to catch snowballs and thoroughly loving every minute. We think it reminded her of her puppy-hood back in Canada. She used to come back into the house with gigantic "snowshoes" - clumps of snow that accumulated on her paws, and she'd sit in front of the fire and let them melt on our rug. Today she's decided to try and lick them off. How considerate.
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