The snow that fell here in Keene while Gary and I were in New York has long melted, leaving us here in southern New Hampshire with a brown Christmas. There’s a chance we’ll get snow tomorrow: the proverbial day late and dollar short. But our intrepid Santa Paws doesn’t care whether there’s snow or not: every day’s a good day if you’re a dog, the house is stocked with food, and you’ve just returned from an off-leash run by the river. Here in Keene we’ve been dreaming of a brown, furry Christmas, and we hope your holiday is equally warm and tail-waggin’.