“Oh, hell,” Bill muttered when he looked out his bedroom window early Friday morning. What had been light snow when he went to bed had turned into a major storm overnight. “The Greenes are not going to be happy,” he told War. “You, on the other hand…” The dog loved snow, as long as he could come back inside after his walk to settle down by the heater.
At the moment, a walk was not in the picture, so Bill let War out the back door to take care of business, laughing as the dog gleefully plowed through the snow. Bill got dressed before letting War back inside, after he’d shaken of most of the snow. A towel took care of the rest of it. Then Bill fed them both while debating whether to leave War home or take him to the B&B. Taking him won, because if the storm continued the way it was, getting
