Without further complaining...
Christmas morning... actually Christmas Eve morning, because we opened gifts early to accommodate a few plans for Christmas morning, all of which didn't happen in the end. Oh well!
Grandma and Ruby became somewhat friends before they left. That's a lot coming from snobby Ruru!
Eden was more than content to snuggle with sleepy Grandpa after they drove all night to get here before the snowstorm hit SD and stranded them at home.
Cowboys in fleece. Is that wrong? Does the jean jacket make up for it?
This photo is funny on so many levels. Dad looks positively evil and Sterling's floppy ears... yep, just funny.
Merely the fact that he let me take this photo makes me love him all the more. That he didn't forbid me to post it on my blog is even more amazing.
And this, dear friends, is what my parents came home to. I'm not certain if all the shoveling was done before they got home or if that's what they had to do to get into the house though. I'm thinking Naomi - and if Naomi reads this, thank you thank you thank you for doing chores so Mom and Dad could come - did it with the Bobcat. I'm hoping.
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The front door was mostly done with the Bobcat, as was the yard, but she couldn't quite get close enough to the house, so had to shovel. This is not to say she didn't shovel elsewhere. One cannot get a Bobcat inside five kennel runs. She shoveled at least four feet of snow out of each kennel several times. We are deeply indebted to her and cannot express how much we appreciate her. We came home to a shoveled out yard. Thanks Naomi : )
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