First of all, here is the scene of the crime. I have 3 good sizes bruises from slipping on the deck. 2 on my arm from hanging onto the porch pole for dear life & one on the hip where I literally 'hit the deck.' Yeee-ouch!
It's been pelleting on & off all day. Pelleting means: not rain, not snow, but tiny little ice pellets. It makes an interesting sound. Just a few minutes ago, it actually turned to snow.
Blu doesn't know what to do when he goes out. He hears that tinkling sound & just stands in the middle of the yard listening, looking quite concerned.
Some back yard pictures. And thanks to my DEAREST friends in the whole wide world, I could stand in the door and
zoom in on this. Thank You, Dear Ones!
Just as long as this guy hangs in there, we'll be fine!
Blu doesn't know what to do when he goes out. He hears that tinkling sound & just stands in the middle of the yard listening, looking quite concerned.
Some back yard pictures. And thanks to my DEAREST friends in the whole wide world, I could stand in the door and zoom in on this. Thank You, Dear Ones!
Just as long as this guy hangs in there, we'll be fine! 
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