Here in the DC area, we only get a couple of snowfalls each winter.  Traditionally, people freak out at the slightest chance of flurries, rushing to the grocery store to stock up on milk, bread, and toilet paper.  Rarely do we get enough snow to actually keep people in the home — but doggone it, they mean to be prepared!

I grew up in Wisconsin, where they don’t close schools unless there’s at least a foot of snow. In other words, I sneer at the DC lightweights.

 

But this weekend will be the real deal.  We’ve got 2-3 inches at the moment, but overnight the fall may hit 2-3 inches per hour.  So we’re hunkered down for the next few days, except for regular Sheltie-walking forays.

We get a bit tired of suiting up like an Arctic explorer every few hours, but there are few things cuter than a Sheltie in the snow.  Picture pure, unadulterated, leaping, grinning canine joy, plus this face: