Chows must be walked.

It's the day after the blizzard. 20 degrees outside with high winds, over a foot of snow on the ground.

Nevertheless, dogs must be walked.

After tying on three consecutive rounds of Rock, Paper, Scissors (moral: it *is* possible for spouses to know each other too well) Carrie and I agreed to walk Chow Bella and Chow Fun together.

Here, two happy Chow Chows and one freezing wife stopping by a likely-looking tree on West 12th Street:

Chows and wife in the snow, Sunday afternoon.