Deacon Says: Snow Day!

Normally, he's quite articulate, but today Deacon is running around like a crazy dog. His thoughts, we think, run something like this:

SNOW! Oh boy, snow! Sticks! There are sticks in the SNOW! Wubba! Let's go outside and play with the Wubba in the snow. Snow! Maybe there are sticks buried in the snow. Hunt, hunt, hunt - yes there are sticks buried in the snow! I love snow!

xoxo, Deacon