White Dog said, "Zsofia saw that today is December first and she has been out there since after breakfast waiting for it to snow."
I called for Zso to come inside. She was reluctant lest she miss the first flakes. "Sweet Girl, snow cannot read the calendar. It is supposed to be sixty degrees today; much too warm for snow. "
But when the snow come, momma?" she asked. "It must be MUCH colder. We can check the weather anytime you want on my computer so you will know precisely to go out and get ready. It will be much more comfortable waiting in here."