It was the first snow of the season. We only got an inch or two, but it was enough
(combined with preparations for the Inauguration) to gum up rush-hour traffic in
Washington and, more importantly, to give Kona the time of his life. When he first
looked out the front door he was puzzled, and for a couple of minutes he just stood
in the doorway staring at the white stuff. Where was the lawn?? Soon, though, he began
to sniff and then taste it, and from that point it wasn't long before he started
hopping around, digging, and generally having a puppy-style blast.