Yesterday I tweeted a picture of my dirty, dirty, dog along with my wishes that the cold snap we are supposed to get hurry itself up and gets here already.  I woke this morning to discover that last night’s rain had turned to snow and I hastened to let my, dirty, dirty, dog out of his kennel and sent him out into the snow with happy thoughts of frozen mud and the cleansing power of running through snow.

Sadly, the mud was not frozen…

…and the cleansing power of running through snow was not all it was cracked up to be.

In fact on closer inspection… …I realized it wasn’t just snow flying through the air as he zoomed around the yard.

What do you think, is it too late to change his name to Pig Pen?