During walks in the early spring, when there are few isolated patches of unmelted snow, Alice has a tradition of rooting her muzzle around and rolling herself in the last snowpiles she can find. She doesn’t do this to all snow, or much all winter. It’s that last surviving snow she targets. The video catches the last few seconds of her ritual. I’ve decided it’s her way of saying thanks and goodbye for a while. I like how once she’s done, she’s done. Shake off and walk away.