March 7, 2014

At the Snow-on-Nose Café...



... let's be friends.

Posted by Ann Althouse at 4:07 PM
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8 comments:

furious_a said...

Beagles love snow. It's funny to watch them plow a furrow through it following a scent.

3/7/14, 6:16 PM
Guildofcannonballs said...

Aussie Shepards and Heelers Red (aka Austrailian Cattle Dog, Esquire) look a certain way.

They both see a certain way, and appear to others in a certain way.

Until they don't.

3/7/14, 6:24 PM
Michael K said...

His ear are almost long enough to be a basset hound. Not big enough probably. He did like the snow.

3/7/14, 6:42 PM
RecChief said...

Love the dog pictures, Althouse. I've almost convinced the Mrs. that we need another one

3/7/14, 7:18 PM
Meade said...

Beautiful Bassett and grandkids, Michael. Thanks for linking.

3/7/14, 7:20 PM
Guildofcannonballs said...

Oh. Snow on the nose is some sort of sly cocaine reference?

Some secret knowledge?

An ode to Crack in a racist "but Crack's my friend way" per Al and Rachel and Ronin/Piers?

Tupac spelled it out and it was, as expected, interpreted in a way not accurate.

"I catch 'em when they COKED UP"

Open fire.

*?!*#~<%> bleed in'

Metallica shall have the final say on that scene with Master of Puppets.

3/7/14, 7:27 PM
Guildofcannonballs said...

http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/d/depeche_mode/i_promise_you_i_will.html

3/7/14, 7:35 PM
Michael K said...

Thanks, Meade. He's been demoted to sea level and a condo as I found I had trouble with altitude. Even a measly 5200 feet were too much. No more snow for Winston unless it snows down here. One of the few nice things about California is that you could be skiing in the morning and surfing in the afternoon. Only about 2 hours between.

3/7/14, 8:47 PM

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