a canine nirvana — We woke up to it. Snow. Wet, cold, winter heralding snow. I don’t know, perhaps I’ve lived in the Great White North too long, but there is something fundamentally wrong with the white stuff on the ground before Halloween. Like Christmas trees in malls before Thanksgiving, just no. However, if you walk on four legs, lick your junk because you can, and take comfort rolling in dead things, well then today was your lucky day.