December 2, 2018

White Dog lifted the dog door and poked her nose out. She lifted a dainty foot and gingerly stepped onto the deck. En pointe she made her way quickly to the yard and then ran back in full speed into the living room to announce to the early risers, "Snow!" Then she went to huddle under her blankets to warm up.

To most of the White Dog Army the news meant a long sigh and holding off necessary breaks as long as possible but three of the pack ventured out to see.

"Enjoy it while you can," WD called to her Tundra Loving Siblings. "It will be melted before noon." 

And she was right.