Greta did well at her surgery, but the city is locked down with ice and I may not be able to pick her up. The receptionist wanted me to say that I'd leave her, but I want till noon to decide.
On the home front, the gang was horrified to see both things falling from the sky and accumulation on the ground. No one complained about going back into the crates when I had to leave for work-not even Prissy. Funny how a little frozen precip can alter a dog's attitude.