Fresh snow covered the ground when we got up this morning, and by about an hour after daylight, it had piled up to a respectable 6", enough to make a snow dog happy. While Don and I shoveled snow, Barley played chicken with the shovels, then settled down in the middle of the area we were working on to supervise.
That finished, we took a walk, and Barley's joy let loose, as he did wheelies in the snow.