And out we go, into a landscape of snow so blown about that a three-foot snowdrift blocks our way off the porch. Pups that are used to finding just the right spot in the grass can’t find the grass at all. We bundled up and headed through the snow trench and out onto the street. A friend suggested I get an astroturf pad for the house, hoping the grass would trick him into using it. He just can’t get his mind around doing his business right there on the floor of the house.