Everyone keeps telling me that it's going to happen but well, this whole snow thing? Still hasn't gotten old to me.
Also among things that haven't gotten old is Scout fetching the paper:
Although I will tell y'all that last night I almost put an end to Scout fetching anything for us ever again. I had closed up the downstairs and turned out all the lights. I walked upstairs and just happened to inquire casually of my husband, "Do you think Scout needs to go out one more time?"
Coop looked at me. "He WAS outside. Did you not let him back in?"
(And people wonder why we don't have more children.)
The thing about Scout is that he won't ever bark to be let back IN. So if I hadn't thought to inquire, we'd have come down this morning to a World Without Scout. Because he has the survival skills of, um, spaghetti.
And, well, as much as I complain about him, I do love that silly, helpless, spastic dog.