Puppy with Snow on his face

So one day, I was taking my 8-year old Granddaughter back to my house after collecting her from school and stopped at a local supermarket to pick up a magazine for my other half. Granddaughter spotted a comic she liked the look of, so I bought it for her. A while later, we were all sitting around quietly at home and the peace was shattered with a loud, piercing shriek. It was a squeal of delight and excitement. Granddaughter started jumping up and down and shouting "How cute, how cute, I just love him!!!". When she'd calmed down enough to talk coherently, she showed us a photo of a really cute little puppy playing  in the snow, with snow on his nose and plastered all around his muzzle. "Yes, he's really cute" I said supportively as my heart gradually returned back to a more normal rhythm.

A couple of hours later, I heard those words that mean "Uh-huh .... what's coming next". Granddaughter said "Gra-an-d-dad". "Yes" I replied. "Would you do a painting, just for me?". "Of course, if I can" I replied, "What of?". "This really cute Puppy" came back the response.

The rest as they say, is history, and "Puppy with Snow on his face" now hangs on her bedroom wall.