Adam@Home by Rob Harrell for January 11, 2022

Help! Quicksnow!

Um…“snow-aggedon”?

Shovel a path to the hydrant for Gumbo and a path to the coffee shop for Adam!

Okay Fat Boy, get out the snow shovel!!

Giving me flashbacks of a blizzard from a few years ago. My old snowblower gave up the ghost, so I had to hand shovel 4 feet of snow from my driveway and sidewalks in -40 windchill. With all the warm-up breaks I needed, it took me 2-1/2 days to finish it.

Do they have a keg of brandy or hot chocolate for Gumbo?

I remember snow falls like this from when i was a child. The sides of the path were over my older brothers heads, and they were 6 feet tall. I walked up snow drifts to get onto the roof of our barn, and there was even a picture of me and my dog standing on the roadside snowbanks where we were almost even with the hydro lines.

I wonder if Katy inherited her “intelligence” from her father.

A snowlunking expedition?

That is Cartoon Snow, the trail closed up behind her

Send Gumbo with a keg of hot caramel milk. She will still be lost in the snow, but she will like it for a while.

When it got up to her nose she should’ve turned back…suppose to be smart?

Last time I got snowed in like that, a neighbor came over with his Bobcat and cleared my driveway. He was a good guy; then again, with a name like Winston Churchill he’d better be.

Many years ago when my late wife and I still had our 3 dogs, we had a very heavy snowfall. I had to create paths for the dogs and I have pictures of how deep it was, all you can see are the tips of the 2 Chihuahua’s ears. The Catahoula was having fun not in the paths though.

That’s North Pole type snow. you’re not going anywhere but home, assuming you make it back…..

And she’s supposed to be the smart one.

When I was a kid in Wisconsin, loved those snow days!

Grew up in a house with nothing but fields across the road and nothing between them and the North Pole but a few barbed wire fences. So, chest deep snow on occasion. No snow blowers, just shovels. Builds character!

PTSD flashback from December 16/17, 2020. Opened my front door on the 17th and snow was halfway up the door. Big “nope” moment.

Wind! Lived in a large apartment complex. Got snowed in on St.Patrick’s Day, of all times, when the drifts sealed the doors to the outside shut.

Trying to walk up a snow drift to get on the parents roof after a blizzard. Got half way up and sunk to my waist. Ended up diving out of the drift and into 3 feet of snow.

Nothing to worry about, Adam, it’s cartoon snow, after all . . .

Scratch that. On second thought, cartoon snow is probably just as cold and potentially dangerous to cartoon characters as regular snow is to us.