If there's anything worse than being housebound for a week with a puppy due to snow, it's being trapped with her due to work. When I was snowbound, at least I was watching TV.
Dex is going batshit, running laps around the house, chewing on my feet, whining. And even when she calms down and collapses in her bed, it's with that disgusted "fuck you" grunt that angry dogs emit, and I'm pretty sure a couple times I saw her giving me the dewclaw.