Ok, not really, but the title sounds good.
The story is simple. Our hu-dad’s parents went down to see our hu-aunt and uncle and, importantly, our little hu-nephew (is that all clear???). Forget it – ignore all of this human stuff, and focus on the really important thing – our cousin Tartok went to the doggie hotel for a few days. Don’t remember Tartok? He may not be quite as talented as Nebo or Keva, but you can see some of his tricks here (We can’t show you The Herd doing tricks because The Herd scoffs at doing tricks for treats).
Anyway, he was supposed to be picked up from the doggie hotel at 3 pm today, but a little winter storm was causing concern. The doggie hotel people agreed to open at noon just so he could be picked up, but our hu-grandmother called our hu-dad and asked if he would venture out to get Tartok. But, of course, so we plowed through the snow (ok, ok, it was just starting – but we are going for drama here) and rescued our cousin.
We are happy to report that he is back home with our hu-grandparents getting spoiled as is appropriate for our Siberian cousin.
P.S. – Yes, we are getting some good snow. More videos and pictures of that later in the week!