The White Stuff Humans Call Snow

A white strip of fur on his nose, a scar he got when he was very young. A daily reminder of how cruel people can be.

A whimpering beside my bed woke me up. 2:30 am, way too early to get up, but it seemed the dogs wanted to go outside. This time the weather forecast had been correct, the wind was hauling and it was bright outside in the middle of the night. The first snow this year came with a vengeance and covered the biggest part of the United States under a white blanket.

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