I'm up at o' dark early for a meeting at work this morning. When I went out with the dogs, we found a quarter inch of snow covering the wooden porch. Viljo ran around and around on the porch, snuffling the snow, sliding in it like a ball player stealing third, tasting it. I swear he was grinning. He enjoyed his first experience with snow so much that I laughed out loud. This is while I'm standing there in pjs in 32 degrees, 20 mph winds, with windchill of 22. "Hey Viljo," I said to him, "You should see how much snow they have in Finland!"
