That is one comfy lookin' greyhound, Bill.

To those who disdained Snowball's plebian moniker: you should see him now. This is his very first snow ever. He went out reluctantly, wandered around looking distressed and shaking his paws, then disappeared under the deck. I let him in, meowing piteously. It's wet, sticky snow, he's fluffy, and his entire belly and 'pyjamas' are hung with dozens of half-inch diametre balls of snow.