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Last week at the bus stop, Buzzy sank to the ground and started writhing.  Turns out, she was attempting to make a snow angel in the one millimeter dusting (and not, thankfully, seizing on the side of the highway, as I ascertained while fielding concerned waves from the passing drivers).  Yesterday, Rosie stumbled over a tire claw in the parking lot and cut her face on the icy dirt.  Playing outside is a tough sell when the ground is frozen into brown clumps.  Categorize this as "Be Careful What You Wish For" Exhibit 1, but it's mid-January in New England and we are ready for some snow.*

*Please note, weather gods, that I did not wish for a Snow Day.

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