1st Snow

Today we officially entered into winter. Four inches of snow covered the ground when Kilo and I got up this morning. He treated it as he does most things in life: blunder first, wonder later. Luckily for him, snow isn't dangerous. Within a few minutes my bear of a dog had discovered his new first love. Snow. The humongous ice machine. And, as a plus, you don't even have to push a lever to get it to dispense - just ring the bells to summon your bellman and a yard of crunchy, cool ice awaits.

Chase was equally puzzled by it at first. The hemlock out back had transformed into a scary monster overnight. Chase barked at it, Kilo whacked it with his paw. After they both realized it was still their trusty hideout, just a snow covered version, the fun could start.

Kilo is not a sled dog. A snow dog? Yes. A swift moving, long lasting, stream lined runner? Most definitely not. When he's not falling face first into a snow pile, he's busy shoveling it into his mouth. Our sun-room looks like a laundromat threw up all over it, what with the towels and rugs covering the floor, and while normally I would be annoyed by the mess and work - I love snow. And I love watching my goofy dog enjoying it. So, I guess I'll forbear the giant snowballs he tracks in. Here comes winter! Kilo and I are looking forward to receiving even more snow. :)