Snow Romeo

Last night when we turned out the lights to go to sleep Romeo jumped up on our bed right on top of us. We placed him back in his bed, turned out the light and he did it again. I was so laughing hard I was too weak to push him off. "You're no help," my husband said but he too was laughing, picking Romeo up like a lamb and lowering him onto his bed. Finally we realized Romeo was too cold on the floor even though we had doubled his bed for extra warmth. So we set him up on the couch in the other room and he slept through the night.

The storm brought about four inches of snow. It looked like whipped cream dropped on the neighborhood. Even the chain link fences were beautiful. Our clothesline had two inches of snow balanced on it.

Romeo loves the snow! I suspect this is his first snowstorm having been originally from Georgia. He loves fetching the ball when it's buried, it brings out his terrier digging instincts. It's a little bit harder for him to smell it to find it. He is self entertained nosing the ball around and then pouncing on it. Black dog in white snow, he shows up when running through the brush. I love that when we play fetch with the tennis ball it becomes snowy and icy rather than the usual muddy, drooly, slimy, muck.

Our neighbor Robin gave us a frozen turkey on Wednesday and we defrosted it over the past few days. We are currently roasting it in the oven to celebrate Bill's graduation. We just basted the turkey with the giblets liquid we seasoned with olive oil, garlic, ginger, beer, water, brown sugar, jam, hot sauce, mustard, sage, and black pepper. It smells amazing.