Henry Henry, my black and white, 90-pound Berne doodle Stares out the sliding glass door. Snow - has taken up residence on the patio furniture, Furniture that lost its airplane ticket to Florida. Snow - told the pond and the grass and the decorative rocks, “Take a break, I got ya covered.” Snow - sucks up the yellow rays of the sun and blasts them to a blinding white. Snow, snow, snow. Cold - rushes in like a 350-pound, NFL lineman As the door slides open. Cold, somehow plants a seed in my well protected belly Then, chills me from the inside out, Until I feel like a gallon of vanilla ice cream. Cold - just makes Henry smile. Henry - like a deer, bounds through the snow While nuzzling his whole mouth and nose through the upper layer. Henry - leaps then rolls telling the snow, “Move over, I got ya covered.” Henry - finally slows down, lifts his right back leg as high as it will go And spreads the yellow of the sun to one lonely spot. A warm, sweet victory. But I wonder if Google can answer, “How to train a dog to pee inside - where it is always warm and dry?”