That having been said, our dog, Millie has no love of snow. She is a dachshund, which means short legs, and she a bit on the hefty side, so her tummy drags through the snow. Now, just a word about my girl's weight. She's 13 years old, which is 91 in human years. So, I don't consider her fat, she's matronly.
She let me know at about 4 this morning that it was time to go out and take care of business. It didn't take long after getting outside for her to realize that it was a mistake. She does her business on the grass, not on the snow. No yellow snow for Miss Millie.
It was still snowing when we went out and you could still see the bottom of the car.
My azalea bushes looked more like mounds of shaving cream.
Millie got tired of waiting for me and headed back inside.
At four in the morning it was all soft and quiet. 
By 11 o'clock in the morning the sun was out and we had 10 inches of snow in the backyard. The birds were busy at the bird feeders.
The Blue Ridge Mountains were breathe taking in the afternoon. The temperature barely made it up the freezing, but the sun was bright.
Joanne and I took a ride to get a better view of the mountains after her doctors appointment. We stayed on the roads that had been scraped.
The Peaks of Otter, Sharp Top to the left and Round Top to the left.
It was the month of March coming in like a lion. The weather forecast is that we will have temperatures in the 60's by this weekend. The snow will be just a memory.
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Millie has a friend over here in UK who doesn't like snow either. Oscar, our 17years old ginger Tom, must also do his all too frequent business in the back garden, but last week when we had not quite as much snow as you, his usual places and scents had been covered with a good 4 " of white stuff, leaving him a bit confused. With much tail swishing, a sure sign that he's annoyed, he trekked back into the house, but as his kidneys are insistent , he's back out through the cat flap within 5 minutes.
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