Just a dusting of snow on Sunday - woke up to 8+ inches this morning (Tuesday). Sunday mornings are so nice to walk the dogs -- almost everyone but the farmers are sleeping in, there are no dump trucks roiling up the road, and we get to surprise turkeys and deer. This causes Bernie to go straight up and forward, so I have to be on my toes, or I'll end up on my tush. Bernie loves, loves, loves snow. She leaps and dives into it, shoves her whole head into a snow bank and is downright frisky. Scrappy? Not so much. Actually, not at all. He is high drama in the snow. I can tell when he's had enough -- he begins to slow down, then a slight limp appears. The limp is then magnified by 1000 and the offended paw begins to tremble. And, if I don't come to his aid within nanoseconds, his whole being trembles. I have to take my gloves off, coo and croon sweet nothings in his ear, while rubbing the offended paw. Then we all turn around and he prances home. Character.