Otis as he gets a nose full of the snow--trying to sniff out "his spot" through the snow...
Otis frolics in the snow- not real sure what he should do or where to go
"Mom, I'm up to neck in this stuff and where is "my spot?"
Otis makes his way to and from the goat pen where his "condo" is; Malcolm clears the roof and we hope that Otis will be able to find some spot to pee-- poor guy he is so confused... 
A snow covered Otis- as the snow is falling at the rate of 1-2" per hour
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