So I was right in the middle of a fantastic dream Sunday morning when I was abruptly shot back to reality by the sound of Pom Pom scratching at the side of the bed–her NOT- so-subtle way of letting me know she wants to be picked up and put on the bed. In my groggy stupor, I saw a patch of white on our outside balcony.

Nothing like the prospect of snow to get this California boy out of bed like it was Christmas day.

Pom Pom and Casper had no idea what they were in for.  The dogs ran out ahead of me like it was just a typical trip to go pee, but the snow was just a couple of feet from the door. They stopped dead in their tracks when they saw that snow! I had to give them a couple of encouraging little tugs at first, but eventually we were all sloshing our way through the three or so inches of snow on the sidewalk.

Pom Pom didn’t want to have anything to do with it. She did a quick pee-squat and made a u-turn back to the door. In contrast to his hatred of rain , Casper was lovin every minute of it, sniffing and peeing every couple of feet.

I took Pom back in and brought Casper back out for another round. I made a couple of small snowballs and Casper took one out of my hand with his mouth like it was a chew toy.

Cindy took a great picture of the dogs and me–if you look to the left of us in the picture, you’ll see a mysterious patch of yellow snow…