Don't tell McGruff

The dogs are addicted to the powdery white stuff. Yup, they are snow junkies. I wish I could describe the level of euphoria I've witnessed out in the field the last few days, but words can not do justice to the overflow of exuberance and delight. And neither can pictures. I wish wish wish my camera hadn't died before I was able to capture X lay down on his side and make side-wards running motions into the snow, because it looked for all the world like a canine snow angel. Or E rolling in the snow like a soccer ball. Too bad Little One wasn't there to get inspired by the rolling, but She was staying cozy inside with grandma. For the rest of us, though, the last two days were a frenzy of racing, jumping, digging, wresting and wiggling in the snow. Not to mention the thrill of chasing snowballs. I mean, where do they go?! Today the doggies kept the frolicking to a minimum, though, because they noticed that the snow is beginning to melt. Accordingly, they spent most of our outing gobbling it up like tazmanian devils, knowing that it might not be there much longer for their gluttonous indulgence. Poor things, it will be a sad day when it's gone. Just as well, though. I don't want anyone to OD.