mr. hobbes seems to make more sense when there is snow on the ground. without snow i have no idea why he sniffs certain places and run in various directions, but with the snow i can see the tracks of other animals, the yellow snow, and some of the logic for his animal ways.
this year's snow beard is pretty icicle-tastic. the sure sign of some good digging and nosing around in the snowbanks. crazy snow running means crazy snoring at the end of the day!