The cats had already left tracks: petite, half-filled indentations in the white blanket. Now the puppy slowly padded along in their wake, her nose to the ground. An unexpected inhalation of moisture made her sneeze. I chuckled, watching her childlike discovery of this new environment, hearkening back to my human children’s first encounters and the delight they still derived from the snow’s magic.
Finally, her internal urges pressed hard, and she squatted, leaving a patch of yellow stain. A few hurried strides further away and she satisfied another, even less pleasant, need. Her body’s demands met, she bounded back to me, leaving lines of paw prints in the snow then on the floors as we hurried inside to the warmth.