It's hard to tell from the photos, but the snow is almost blinding. We've stuck to the woodsy areas, to allow us to rest our eyes a bit. The paths are already marked by other travelers.
Ellie is hunting the smaller animals that keep burrows all around us. She pokes her head into a hole, and raises it only when she hears something.
Now we are surrounded by walkers up on the dike. This is where Ellie turned naughty. She wouldn't come to the whistle, and barked at cross-country skiers. However, she rapidly lost interest after a quick sniff, and was ready to move on. I decided to leave on a peaceful note and we headed home. She's dead out, asleep at her window.

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Little Pond