Well, it's been snowing all day, but the temperature was mostly around 34, so nothing sticked. By late afternoon it was snowing more heavily, with huge snowflakes, and it began sticking. They were saying some places might get seven inches but not where we are at lower altitude. We'll probably end up with a couple of inches. The problem is that it is supposed to be cold tomorrow and tomorrow night, so some of the snow will melt and turn to ice.
As she usually does, when I opened the door tonight and let Izzy out she raced out across the porch and down the stairs. When she hit the snow at the bottom of the stairs is kind of slid and then jumped. She's not particularly averse to snow, considering she was rescued down in the desert about a hundred and twenty-five miles east of Los Angeles, but she doesn't understand the physics of walking on the slippery white stuff. On a normal night she likes wandering around the block, stopping to sniff her favorite things. Believe me, her nose is her most important organ. She loves to sniff. Unfortunately, all those things she sniffs were covered with snow. When she took her pee she again got a surprise, crouching and touching her parts in the snow. At any rate, she wasn't excited to stay outside.
I can't seem to find the salt we got last year.
More skiing, more bobsleds, and more ice dancing.
