AFAIK there were none too close. Most were northwest of here. Had a whopper of a storm last evening. I was out in it when my wipers quit working (damned Chevys). It was raining so hard I could barely see to pull off the road.
Just a few downed tree limbs though. We got off pretty easy this time.
He plays this persecution complex to the hilt, and I'm just about ready to kick that crutch he uses out from under him.
Sophie, my Doodle (check my pics), loves the snow as she takes a dive right into the snow, head first. Lily's Charlie does the very same thing, and what is so funny is the contrast of that white snow against those all-black dogs.