Yesterday, Robinson and I got caught in a hailstorm. His back was white with little icy pellets by the time we made it round the dog park.
And now it's effing snowing. Again.
Yo! Powers-that-be? It's April. This is Victoria, not Whitehorse.
And now it's effing snowing. Again.
Yo! Powers-that-be? It's April. This is Victoria, not Whitehorse.