Let it Snow, Let it Snow, Let it Snow...

We've had the first two snowfalls here in Wisconsin, leaving about 6" on the ground.

That's all right with Skywalker! He couldn't be more thrilled. He loves playing in the snow. When he first goes outside, he comes back to give me a kiss, as if to say, "Thanks, Mom, for the snow." Does it matter that I'm freezing my tush off? No, it doesn't.

He romps and jumps and plays. He never wants to come back inside. He digs his nose in the ground, looking for what I haven't a clue.

Could there possibly be anything happier than an American Eskimo dog romping in freshly fallen snow?