Before I read your description, ClaraSue, I thought I was looking at swirling snow!
Speaking of snow, here's Winston again yesterday, asking to be let in out of the snow storm. Trouble was, he went to the wrong door! Whilst I was trying to coax him to the right one, our hostess spotted him, grabbed a big towel, let him in through the dining room and scooped him up in her arms, where he cuddled contentedly for some time. Her own little dog was not amused!