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It is the 4th of April and it snowed today. I left work and had to find the scraper I had packed away in my trunk for the summer. It was hibernating under my kite and my beach pail; clearly I didn't think I would need it for at least six more months, (I don't really have a beach pail in my trunk.)
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As I type, Gus is in sunny Florida. Having spent the last nine months in Los Angeles I am sure he will be thrilled to get "home" and see snow. Unfortunately Gus is not a snow-lover. When he does go out in the winter I usually end up carrying him back in the house because his paws get cold and he just lays down wherever he is.
It is supposed to snow off and on through Sunday. I am sure Gus will be exhausted from his journey across the country so he will probably be content napping inside for a few days, and quite frankly so will I.