We met a playful dog

In the morning it has snowed a little. Sunshine was promised for the afternoon,
But when Mischa and I went on our walk, the sky looked grey and unpromising.
Are the last days of the year always like this?
On are way back we did some shopping and were glad to arrive in the warm home again.

My haiku:

The dog liked to play
Wondering if we would join
Him joyfully too

And the proverb:

No hair so small but hath his shadow

Publilius Syrus