It's a blustery day and the wind is whipping the snow in mini-tornados around the garden. The snow is traveling sideways and backwards in the same gust. A proper winter storm.
As I poured my second cup of coffee, I heard a very strange whimpering at the door. A soft, faint, "wooohoooo." I glanced out the door and found Typhon there, waiting to say hello.
I spent a couple of minutes scratching him behind the ears as the wind blew snow around us, then gave him a left over chunck of bread and watched as he headed off to his dog house.
He's there now. Curled in ball, with his nose tucked under his tail and the snow sparkling off his eyebrows.