Fritz climbing up beside Mom to bury my glove in the chair.He walked all around the upstairs and two other chairs ,whining trying to find a place to bury it.Fritz earlier on still sleeping,he had some porridge ,a little cereal,one piece of toast ,not the other.He had to go outside when i come in from doing snow,the most yet.It was about 4 inches,hard to tell as it has gotten into big drifts due to wind.I am taking a break before doing more.Fritz sure loves the snow,he likes to run it and gets it on his whiskers.Dad is fine,Fritz is with him now i think.