It was a long night...

I was so excited that mom got to stay home with me all day Tuesday and Wednesday. I personally love the snow but I guess for some reason down here in Virginia, less than an inch sends the whole area into a tailspin, pardon the pun. Everything was going great, then Wednesday afternoon, mom took me outside and I knew something was up. Sure enough she left me home alone with Grandma and sister. She rarely does that. It must have been something really important for her to leave me like that. I thought I overheard her say something about the killers?? Sounds pretty scary to me. I prefer to play with nice dogs, but hey whatever, mom must know what she's doing. Later that night, Grandma took me outside for my before bed potty break, which was unusual. Mom must not have been home yet. Well, we got out there and it was like a hockey rink in the yard. I just could not pee in those deplorable conditions. Ya know mom did name me after the Buffalo Sabres but this was ridiculous. I can body check with the best of them but Afinogenov I am not. So Grandma brought me back inside and we waited. And waited. Finally mom came home. I hope she's ok, I thought. More importantly, I knew she'd be able to do something about the yard and I'd be able to go potty. She walked in and immediately got out the leash, oh relief at last...No such luck. She could not do anything about the ice either. We walked and walked and walked but I could just not make it happen. Grandma even tried to break up some of the ice with a shovel. I was slipping and sliding all over and mom was getting upset. She kept pleading with me to just find a spot and go. Finally I just sat down in the middle of the ice and looked up at her, please mom, can't you fix this? You can do anything. Apparently not because she dragged my scrawny butt back in the house. I gave a big stomp and howl so she took me out one last time. It was no use. I spent the entire night holding my pee, hoping that things would look better in the morning.

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