My husband's Polish Arabian mare Miss Morningstar did not seem to enjoy the snow, especially as it was up to her little pot belly (or are those her wonderfully "sprung" ribs?) before it began to melt a bit and settle. She seemed rather indignant about the whole thing, frankly. Pawing at the cold white stuff with a diminutive front hoof, snorting, twitching her ears, rolling her eyes.

This is the same mare who sidewinds down a mountain trail, lifting each hoof way high like a cat to avoid puddles after a good rain or hailstorm, steam billowing from her aristocratic nostrils.