That was a good blizzard.  Not one for the record books, but a solid 16 to 18 inches.

Young Master Sparkles is staying in bed until the fire is roaring and the house is up to 75o. That’s smart because the snow is over his shoulders and I haven’t budged on the pooping-in-the-house issue. 

If Sparky is in the mood to romp and frolic, he likes fresh snow.  Crusty snow and ice bother his paws.