We're not entirely sure how much snow has fallen here at the Lodge. By the time the storm subsides, we'll probably have a foot, at the far lower end of the prediction scale. But quite enough for the girls' snow-romping session this morning.
We have no idea what entices Jewel to dig beneath the snow, but she always does it as soon as she's outside. Ruth is as perplexed as I am. She'd rather be playing.
The little dog gets her way, and the romping begins. Snarling, body-slamming, chasing. Fun to watch!
Eventually they come racing up the stair, panting and tail-wagging.
At the moment, they are on the sofa beside me, soundly sleeping. Apart from the black & white markings, they bear absolutely no resemblance to the wild beasts pictured above!