That's enough snow!

The snow was falling far too heavily now, and the Chihuahua was displeased. Snow was supposed to be fun, not cold and wet and aggressive. This was definitely the last time she accepted a case from Jack Frost. She sat by the door, waiting patiently for it to open. Sometimes the idiot humans forgot how it worked....

Even after she'd gone in though, the snow continued to fall.

Not that she cared, now that she was back indoors again. Now, where did she leave the newspaper with reports of other unsolved crimes?

Chihuahua finding snow

Aha! thought the chihuahua looking around. The snow has been found!
She was slightly worried that it had all appeared to fall from the sky when she was sleeping, but the key thing was that it was back, and she could report the case closed.
She shivered a little, glad of her little woolen jumper, and sniffed the snow a little more. Clean and crisp, easy to track other dogs, birds and foxes on. She could quite get to enjoy this snow.

Chihuahua in lilac

No snow had been found, but the Chihuahua could still lie back and dream about it, swaddled in lilac and warm as toast. The missing snow was an issue though; how could she go back to Jack Frost and tell him that she'd not found anything. Well, any snow at least; she'd found a bone that would last for days, but she wasn't going to share that!

Chihuahua looking for snow

The problem, thought the chihuahua as she sniffed the plants, is that the snow is always hiding.