I swear Snowdoll is an old soul trapped in a puppy body.
She sometimes lies down like a turtle.
She eats like a goat--anything and everything.
And she likes to lie in the sun, like a cat.
In the winter the slant of the sun changes to where there is a large patch of sun that passes through this particular window in the late afternoon. But in the summer the sun barely makes it through the window and then only for a few minutes. Snowdoll practically has to snuggle up to the edge of the window to immerse herself in the warmth. And yet she manages.