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Snow hound! Henry's first snow was a huge success. He freaked out... loved it. He is ready for the Iditarod... just ask him. When sufficient icicles and compacted snow were encasing his baby pink belly and fine silky fur, we would take him inside, thaw and blow dry him, and get him set for the next round of hopping through the deep snow like an arctic bunny. We spent Christmas on the Corpus Christi Bay at my mothers. It began to snow on Christmas Eve and continued through the night. Various reports from 8 to 11 inches came in by the morning, but it was a miracle at any depth. I have only seen snow once in my life in Texas and it was a mere spattering that barely stuck. This was real snow. Real snow in south Texas on Christmas day... amazing. It was the most snowfall ever recorded in a 24 hour period in the region. We did the snowman thing and the snowball fight thing and the dogs ate the snow like it was some strange candy that they couldn't get enough of... it was a special touch for a special day. I find it quite ironic that I left my entire camera rig at home on this once-in-a-lifetime event occurance. These photos are from my mom's point and shoot... good enough for the memory. Henry was adorable. He couldn't get enough. We had to force him inside to warm so he wouldn't get sick. All said and done, it was a wonderful and relaxing Christmas. Now, back in the office, things are quiet and I feel the new year's tasks preparing their offensive. Until then, the crickets are chirping in the silent halls of my building. Holiday cheer still reigns...