Bandit, the greyhound puppy we started fostering as a not quite one year old soon became a permanent addition…and with a surprising snowfall, he became…
The Prince of Snow
Bandit arrived in November and one of our favorite discoveries was that he liked ice. We couldn’t go to the freezer for anything without having him lope along into the kitchen to beg for an ice cube. He’d stick his head right into the open door (our freezer is on the bottom) and do his best to sweep that long nose and tongue over the ice cube bin.
A few months later, in February, the Lowcountry got a wintry surprise in the form of real snowfall. Not a rumor or a flurry, but the stuff that sticks. Through the night our back yard was blanketed with five inches of the white stuff. It clung to a decorative fence I put up to protect my butterfly garden (the greyhounds consider it the infield).