Orly was becoming discouraged. Depressed, even. She wanted snow. It was cold(ish) out and when she went hiking with her friends, they often found snow to play in. But walking around the neighborhood, even when we went to the parks and trails where she was allowed to run and play off leash … no snow.

She got so desperate that, whenever we found more than 5 snowflakes in the same place, she threw herself down and rolled in the “snow.” It was so sad…

But she must have pull with someone somewhere.

After doggedly rolling in every “snow” patch (mostly damp, soggy brown grass) for several days, Orly woke up one glorious morning to a thin coating of snow in her back yard!

More snow fell all that day and night. She watched — and rolled in snow — as her mom cleared the deck, the driveway, the front walks once… twice… and again. And again.

On walks, Orly shoved her nose into the snow as she walked alongside the sidewalk, plowing through the beautiful snow with her snout. She bit at that wonderful snow and pawed at it. She ran around the back yard kicking up her snow and rolling in it some more. She lay down and dug in so that her whole body was coated in it. She rolled around some more.

Then the weather warmed up and that awful dripping sound of disappearing snow happened. The remaining snow was slushy and icky. Orly got her worried look — furrowed brow and all. She hoped really hard for more snow.

Overnight, her precious snow became hard and crusty, with some surprising slippery patches. Things were not looking good. Orly ran outside to play some more while there was still snow.

Then! The temperature dropped, gray clouds rolled in and — miracle of miracles — more  snow fell. At first, it was very light but, as the day went on, the snowfall got heavier and heavier. Lovely, large white snowflakes everywhere.

As of this writing, it’s still falling. Lots and lots of fluffy white snow, covering those icy patches right up.

Orly couldn’t be happier.