I had a very snowy New Year and birthday at Lake Tahoe. It was Peaches' first experience in the snow. At first she didn't know what to think of it, especially when she stepped off the ski trail where the snow was compacted into a deep snow bank and sank right up to her neck in white stuff. Soon she was dashing through the snow, barking for joy. I hollered, "Mush, Peaches, mush!" She seemed to understand that and ran faster. All that was missing was a one-dog open sleigh. Bubba had been in the snow before and also enjoyed himself, although he's older now. He kept lifting his right leg as though he was in pain, and I worried he had a problem. It turned out that he just had a case of snow toe, where the snow would collect between his toes. Both dogs suffered from some canine cabin fever when the snow continued to fall for days until it was six feet deep. We could only walk them after the roads were plowed. We also had a little cabin fever when we couldn't even get out to our favorite Alpina coffee shop. My husband spent most of his time shoveling snow off the "poopdeck" because the dogs couldn't get out to the yard to do their business. Too much snow. It was a great holiday, though, and there's no place I'd rather be any time of year.