Snow dog

I've missed snow. I've said it more than a few times in the last several years. But today started to make up for that. We got about a foot here, all told. Spent some time out in the yard throwing snowballs to the dog.

My last dog never quite got what snowballs were. She'd bounce around, demanding that I make one. Then she'd bounce around until I threw it. Then she'd chase it down, bounding through the snow. And then search around, all confused about where the ball went. She'd sniff around, dig into the snow, search high and low. Eventually, she'd give up and wander back. And then demand that I make another snowball for her to chase. Poor fluffhead. But at least she had fun.

Her successor understands just fine. For him, it's perfect. He can run after it, chase it down, eat it, play in the snow, and not have to bring anything back. So I threw one after another, and it was a lot of fun. And then he took a moment to relax:



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And now... warm soup!