O.K. Sophie, you’re not a red fox and still a puppy so we’ll let you keep all the Snow-Frisbee prey you can find, bury in the icy white, re-find and gnaw until edgeless.  Snow flies as she pounces into the drifts, excavates all the way to frozen turf and frolics in the powdery depths.  Proudly she carries this prey home from her walk half-hoping that tonight’s snowfall will hide it once again.