The Great Snowpocalypse of 2010 has officially begun. By the time we woke there was 6" of fresh snow already on the ground and the wind was whipping it into big dollops of whipped cream on the roof. I opened the door to let the Indomitable Moxie and Maggie the Wonderdog out, and they took two steps and turned around.
Then they looked at me through the window as if to say "are you serious?"
But I refused to open the door, so they proceeded to squat on the deck and pee.
It’s a sad day in the life of a middle age man when you realize you are not only below the children in the family pecking order, but you are now below the dogs as well.
I wonder how long before I am exiled to the garage.