So I was walking along, picking mom up from work, and there it was. Between two cars. A pile of cold, frozen, white snow! I stepped in it. I snarfed it. I ate some, and I dug in it. And left puppy tracks before heading home. And then, at the house next door, there was some on the porch. But I didn’t get to play in it there. But snow sure is fun stuff! Hopefully I’ll get a trip up the mountain to see more this weekend.