Buggin' you - where buggin' is lovin'

I was spazzin about the snow this afternoon (as every girl from the Willamette Valley should), and when I power bugged my neighbor/MFA comrade when he was in a writing zone, he was kind enough to let me steal his awesome dog Bo for a walk. We had great fun. And we met the lone goose in the Connecticut, chillin with the duckies. See all of the evidence here!

Here's Bo, checking out the start of sunset:

Here's the goose, checking out duck butts:

So far, I must say Turners Fallsians know how to deal with snow (unlike Seattlites who are just dumb, mostly). Bunches of folks had their snow blowers, snow shovels, and snow plows out. That's right, not just the town has snow plows, but many folks have their own, or run a business of snow plowing. Bunches of rigs had them mounted to their fronts. If I ever get in a jam, I'm going to call the Plow Frau, who I saw today, because the name is poetical. I hoofed it to the hardware store (yes, tons of stuff is within walking distance here!), and bought a snow shovel and snow broom/sweepy thingy, and I uncovered my car after I found it looking like this:

I gave it a snow mohawk on the roof (too dark to get a photo), and then drove it a few feet in the parking lot, just to get my snow driving training wheels on. I didn't need to go anywhere, but it was nice to know I could if I had to. If I had been truly stuck, the police station is just across the street. I'm sure some strapping young officer would have come to my rescue. We can hope anyway.