It was unfortunate for everyone else, the roads were slick and treacherous, white crap floated all over the place, we even heard thunder crack a couple of times. But, Barnacle chose to look at the snow in a different way.
Like this: OMG SNOW!!!
I took him outside and was trying to take a picture of his insane antics, but every time I did he'd race around. So, here is a picture of him, he was looking at the camera, but as soon as I clicked the button he hurled himself all over the place. To get a picture of it, imagine the Tasmanian Devil on a leash.
Barnacle is not the best-trained dog on a leash. Part of the blame I'm sure lies with us, but part of it is that he's fucking crazy. I've almost mastered the Barnacle leash dance. It involves pirouetting, ducking, and a lot of bobbing and weaving, and in the case of his seeing another dog or human being, a lot of strength.
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