Snow, Through the Eyes of a Rabbit

Since it was so sunny but so cold we decided to take Linus for a romp. He hasn’t been in the snow since his last shave and he did pretty well considering his lack of fur.

Headed toward the great whiteness, with a smaller lump of whiteness.

I’m clutching Linus in my arms, my gloves in my teeth getting ready to plop him in the middle of this mysterious snow.

His feet look like little raccoon hands to me.

And then there are always attempts to toss him into snowbanks…

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