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Hi, this is Scrappy Beagle with the second update. Daddy and I rolled off the couch at around 10 after sleeping to the sounds of the police scanner. Before we fell asleep, we heard things like one guy tried to go around a drift on a north/south just north of Union Chapel and straight into a big ditch; a cop who was trying to come into work and got stuck on the road he lived on (somewhere between 33 and 930) and got told the tow trucks wouldn't be coming to rescue him until his road was plowed. As we woke up, it switched to things like someone plowing out a house hit a gas meter, and someone got their arm stuck in a refrigerator door (I'd like to see them do that HERE!) So we went out to check things out- after we cleared enough porch to get the screen all the way open.
Daddy dug a hole outside all the way to the ground and measured it. "10 inches," he said.
Hmm, I didn't know I had ten-inch legs.
That's the row of icicles we've had over our bedroom for about 3 weeks.
Them guys with noisy stinky machines managed to clear the sidewalk, Daddy said. My chain doesn't reach this far.
Up, UP, AND... down.
WHHHEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!
That's our back gate. Daddy has to pry the post with the shovel to get the latch shut.
Okay, that's it from Scrappy's house. I think we're going back to bed.
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They just reported our second water main break of the morning. And it sounds like Bob G.'s neighborhood is awake. Just had a lady call in that said that her "man" had broke her arm last night and was keeping her home by giving her no money and no gas. She called the hospital while this "man" was out shovelling snow and they called FWPD. So with the scanner shifting from mainly the fight against winter to mainly the usual freakatude, I guess I will go back to bed.
