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When we got up the next morning, snow was still coming down. Looking
out the window we saw nothing but white. My poor dog was reminding
me his aged bladder was on the verge of overflow. I went downstairs
to let him out and found it impossible to open the back door. Ten
foot snow drifts had piled up against the house making it impossible to
let poor Ace relieve himself. All the doors leading to the outside
world were blocked by mounds of snow.
It looked as if we were snowbound. But alas, the door to the walk out
basement was clear. Fears of having rescue parties find our rotting
corpses have now dissipated. It was important this tragedy be recorded
for history. With thoughts of going to work work out of my
mind, Fran and Mike grabbed shovels and made their way to the front of the
house to begin the extrication process - I grabbed the camera! |