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Today woke up to snow, and being scotland it still stopped snowing. yes, l love the snow but c’mon, I’m sick of the snow, want spring to move its bum and get here. I just got back in from playing in the snow with my Boxer Bullmastiff cross, Bailey. Atleast he loves the snow, I love the snow too when out in it but when you come bck in and your hands are cold and you just feel like a giant icecube dressed up just horrible, see if snow was fun to play in but once you came back in you cold, think the wrld would then be a better place. I also hate that when the sow goes and just the slush is left and then that manky, cold slush turns into ice which then makes you fall on your arse is just mother nature wanting to laugh at us all. :( the ice = satan.

Enough of me ranting now, the snow is pretty tho :))