A flash of black caught my eye. A border collie! Mostly black but for the white of his belly. He bounded through the snow with a stick as long as his body clenched between his teeth. He turned then lay in the snow, waiting. But for what? A few moments later he was up on his feet, his tail wagging. He adjusted the stick, turned again, and bounded through the snow. He looked over his shoulder, with what looked like a grin. His joy became apparent. His master came into view.
In the next yard the dog did the same as before. Down in the snow, stick between teeth. A dog full of glee, playing keep away from his master.