Almost as much as predicted.

Paxton unable contain his excitement, bounding everywhere, at maximum speed, and coming close to snagging one of the many squirrels who hang out below the bird feeder. These squirrels are smart, but they are not good at calculating the relative effects of deep snow on their movements compared to that of the much longer-legged Pax.

Sue put together a perfect, snowy Sunday dinner (of roast beef, mashed potatoes, etc,) even though it was just us—and Pax and Buddy, of course.