Puppy-boy is getting bigger but the two feet of snow we received Wed. night is over his back. And he doesn't like to do his toilet on the pee paths we make, using them instead to access fresh snow areas. His little face was so comical as he looked up at the banks, over his head, clearly questionning how he was going to get up through all that deep fresh snow to do his business. Back under the trees it's not quite so deep and he seemed very relieved (pun intended) to find a shallow spot under a big balsam fir.

Two feet of snow!! Yikes. My lot would think they had died and gone to heaven.