Friday the 13th

Out the deck door - that's snow blown onto the glass.  Pretty, but...

Our silly dog who loves he snow and doesn't know when to come in.

The pile left behind after I coaxed the dog in, brushed and dried him off.

Looking through our front window.  Earlier this morning, you couldn't even see across the street.

This windy, snow-blowing, bone chilling morning is not what I meant when I wished it would snow.  Not to mention, that this is a general snow fall, and not even the lake-effect snow expected this afternoon.  Good thing we don't have major plans for the weekend, although I have often said that Buffalo is not bad to get around in AFTER the storm - in the middle of the storm is entirely another story.