Once Orly finally got her wish for snow, lots and lots of snow, well… she doesn’t seem to be able to (or want to) turn it off.

We’ve had alternating periods of huge amounts of snow and bitter cold. “Too cold to snow” is definitely a “thing,” but not one that I enjoy, despite the welcome break from multiple-times-daily clearing the deck and front walks of snow.

To be fair, we’re getting a lot of that lovely, powdery dry snow that is lightweight and easy to shovel, sweep, or snowblow out of the way. But there’s a LOT of it. Several inches in the last few hours alone.

Orly is equally delighted with the 10th massive snowfall as the first. I, on the other hand, have had my fill. And then some.

She still does her thing of sniffing under the snow with her entire head under the snow. She runs and rolls and jumps. This weekend, she also chases and is chased by her buddy Cruiser, a high-energy Weimaraner about her age.

She especially enjoys playing in the deep snow of our front yard while I shovel…

What she does not like? When we go inside, I attack her with a towel to remove the snow she has carried in on her back and dry her off a bit. I’m not sure that she understands that it will melt anyhow…