Snow Day

I think that today is the first day Hermione has encountered snow (or, rather, the first day she has encountered it as Hermione, since who knows what she knew or saw as Cassie, skinny pound puppy forced to live in Indiana). She seems to have an intuitive grasp of the relationship between snow and play (or an intuitive grasp of the concept of a "snow day"), since the first thing she did when I let her out was drop into the play position. Okay, actually the first thing she did was eat some snow, but then she went into the play position and subsequently ran around like crazy.

She's now fast asleep in her dog bed--tuckered out from chasing snow around. Little does she know that once the snow stops, she's going to have to go to the Vet to get her ear infection looked at--or, rather, get the ear-infection-that-will-not-die looked at, since she's already been treated for it for two weeks, but is still waking me up every morning at 4 AM with an hour of non-stop scratching. Poor thing has managed to scratch the inside of her ears raw, and has a bald patch on her right ear from where she's torn it to shreds. I must say, it seems odd to me that an ear infection is so difficult to root out, but who am I to talk, since I've managed to stay ill for the last four weeks. My working theory is that her ear infection is a sympathy illness (or that my lung infection is): either way, the two of us really are totally sympatico.