We may be adults, but in name only. We refuse to grow up.
Picture 1, Rin-dog on Dean who is buried in the snow.
Picture 2, Rin-dog on me, now. I am also buried in the snow.
Picture 3, Now you can see me to the right of Rin.
Picture 4, We're cold and laughing. You can sort-of make out our snow angels.
There is nothing like having a dog licking snow off of your face after getting it there in the first place.
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