It snowed over night. In fact, it’s spitting a bit of snow even as I type.Dougy’s happy about it. Andy and I would just as soon it not snow.
Snow at the front door. As usual, it blocks my exit.
Dougy’s right there, sniffing and tasting the white stuff.
I have to close the door quickly to keep him from following his nose!
> nom! nom! nom! <
Andy and I don’t get Dougy’s enthusiasm for snow. He surely understands it is just water in another form!