OK, men. Here's the situation. Now listen up, because I'm only going to say this once: You're not dreaming. We did in fact go to sleep on the backseat in balmy South Bend and wake up in the middle of the freaking tundra. I don't know how it happened or what it means, but I do know it's Christmas, 8 degrees Fahrenheit, and our paws have no traction on this weird white stuff. Still, we seem to be in some kind of park and that means we have a job to do. So ... let's move out. I'll take point.
Heads up for squirrels, and watch your buddy's tail.
Dang, no time for a 2-minute waltz.
Your Leader Has Spoken - That's what he said..... Welcome amigos.
8 hours ago