The sky is falling, the sky is falling...

at least it is here on the Plateau. If you live in the South, you know that the threat of snow will send most everyone scurrying around like Chicken Little worried that our world will surely come to a snowy end, or at least life as we know it for few days. It snowed between six and eight inches here on the plateau over night. I noticed some drifting, so it could be much deeper in places.

Being raised in the north, and living out in Colorado for a while, it's just another day. We can and will deal with it, even though no one in the south owns snow removal equipment; not even the state if you want to know the truth. Why would they, it snows an inch or two once a year at best. There hasn't been any other news being broadcast in Tennessee over the last few days, it's all about the storm and snow. Every single detail is being talked about, all possible persons of interest interviewed, and preparations were made for all contingencies.

I watched yesterday, as my three dachshunds took little notice of the white flakes falling, and even frolicked a little in the inch or two that settled in the yard by last call potty time. This morning it was another thing. As my wife led them out the front door, the six or more inches of snow had made quite a difference. You would think so too, if your legs were only four inches high, and the most important parts of your body were plowing snow underneath you. Poor Sedona, the oldest of our three, couldn't find a spot shallow enough to take a dump. Think about that for a moment. I mean that's tragic, it belongs on the news, who knew about preparing for your dog to take a dump.

Sedona, is available for interviews, if your listening channels 2, 4, 5 , and 17. However, I must warn you, she still isn't very happy about her ordeal.

Buzzard