In my entry way from the driveway before going into the house, Rusty looks up at me questioningly, trying to figure out what I really want from him. I wanted two things, really. First, I wanted him to sit facing away from me so I could get a picture of the snow on his back. Second, I wanted him to shake that snow off his back before we went into the house. He was trying to understand me, but he didn’t quite get it. Before we went into the house, he shook hands with me. He tried!