"We take your weather prediction and conquer it, Mr. Weatherman!"

Poor Ryker never saw it coming...

Off to meet the mail lady who called them when she saw her 'favorite pit bulls' out playing...

Labradork (owned by my father) tries to plow over Luna with her sheer lab fat rolls.

"You lied to me....the yellow snow is NOT flavored..."

Luna makes doggie snow angels...

ZOMG! Jolly ball! I will save you from teh ebil white stuff...

Don't worry, Mr. Jolly Ball....I'll get you to safety wif mah toofers...

Pfft...does not look like the abdomenal snow pit bulls...

Um...mom-lady...dig me out...please?

You may take my grass...but you will never take...my...er..frog? No...bunny legs!

Teh aftermath...

Teh snows...it kills meh...ded.

Get me outta here!

I can't even pee without it freezing....

Slight miscalculation...

Oh, noes! Teh grass has teh babies...I didn't do it!

Last one to teh house gets to sleep in teh crate!


