I’m sure it’s made national news by now, that Winnipeg was blanketed by snow, heavy and wet, all 24 centimetres of it. The precipitation is welcome, winter’s last gasp less so.

Our beagle runs through the snow, snout down. Sometimes, in a drift, he freezes, all attention focused, as if perhaps he can hear somethings scuttling underneath. He then springs up and plants his head, like a spear, into the snow. It makes me think of a fox, smaller, a bit clumsier, less bushy-tailed, but still so, so hilarious.