It snowed all day yesterday, though it was light and fluffy. I think all in all we got about 5-inches. But it was very windy so it blew the snow all around.

When John let Kylie out around 4 p.m. I was struck at how small she looked outside in the snow, and next to the pine tree. That tree once so very small itself when we planted it over 25-years ago.

Kylie’s coat always turns the prettiest color of ginger in the winter months – hence why I call her my gingerbread dog. Though I did tease her after she quickly did her thing and raced back to the front door for dinner. I said, “Are you a gingerbread wuss?”

But ah, perhaps in her aging years – she is now 9 1/2, she just prefers the warm indoors. I can’t say as I blame her.