Two days after we got to Madison, 18 inches of snow came flying down.
This time we traveled with Mini-B (she actually did quite nicely on the flights--more on that later) and being a dog from Costa Rica, she wasn't quite sure what to make of the white stuff.
At times, she would take off at a full run, then try to stop. Imagine running across a skating rink and then trying to stop or make a sharp turn, and you'll get an idea of what happened to Mini on a couple of occasions. No injuries, just a lot of flying legs going in multiple directions and a confused look, followed by a soft landing in a snow bank.
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