Six inches of snow on the ground plus 20 inches of new powder equals snow that's fun to go xcountry skiing, but also snow that requires paths for the dog to get out, and for me to fill the bird feeders.
The dog is enjoying the snow, although not too much at a time. The cat is trying to figure out what the heck is going on. He goes out (when he zips past us), slinks along the trenches, and then scurries back in. I keep sort of expecting him to try to jump onto the white "table", and I'm afraid he would rather consider that a disaster.