Snow face

When I woke up this morning, everything was covered in white. Everything outside at least.

I went downstairs, bleary eyed as usual, and opened the laundry door to be greeted by the puppies. Next thing, as per the morning routine, I slid back the big glass door and they both shot out.

Emma suddenly skidded to a stop and looked around her. She was surrounded by snow, mid-terrace. She sniffed it, ate some, realised she wasn’t in any danger and went barrelling off to the loo. And that was the last I saw of her for half an hour as she jumped and ran and chased herself, flicking up snowflakes around the garden.

Even Day-z wound up caught in the net of Emma’s childlike excitement. They loved it.

Later, while Skyping Mum, Emma was outside looking for Rodney while I watched from the dining table. Suddenly this little face appeared over the end of the terrace. It was all caramel on top and white below. Her little face looked positively joyous. It was such a shame I didn’t have my camera to hand.

Later in the day we went up to the park and, even though a lot of the snow had turned to slush, Emma ran around in the remains. While she didn’t do the burying her face in the snow thing, like Carmen used to do, she took great delight in running and jumping in it.

Emma likes chasing things like balls, shoes, sticks, celebration toys, etc so I thought it would be a great wheeze to throw a snowball for her to chase. It was very funny, watching her little face trying to work out what had happened to the ball I’d thrown for her. She pawed at the ground where the snowball had landed in a vague attempt at discovery.

Apart from working on the new 2015 Budget Report and some housework, my day largely consisted of throwing snow at Emma. By the end of the day, it was nearly all gone. A fun day for a cockerpoo.