N *almost* had her first snow Sunday morning. Instead, we got just a light dusting. She clearly realized something was up the minute I opened the outer building door: stretched her neck way out, nostrils quivering, then panning quickly from side to side a few times, before finally venturing out into this white new world.
I took her down to the kids' playground for her morning mid-walk run-around.
Later in the day we met up with Angela and Kate, and their dogs Nevada (far right below) and Charlie, respectively, and all three pooches got to run around the baseball fields for awhile. 
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, our neighbors were getting into the holiday spirit. Here's Wicked -- the six-pound pooch who attacks the seventy-plus-pound N every chance he gets (?!?) -- totally decked out. 
And here are Melina, holding Henrey in his Christmas sweater, and Christina, holding Wicked.
After the Halloween costume fiasco, I won't be trying to put N in anything, but it's fun to see these guys dressed up...
