A volunteer writes: EARS! I''ll admit it. 3 year-old Cash has me feeling positively batty. That shiny, black coat, that little, pouty face, that tiger tail, those toes, and EARS! (Oops sorry.) On a recent day Cash is quiet in his kennel, laying low, just waiting for an invitation out for a walk. Me? I feel like I''ve just won the jackpot as soon as I spot him, and in minutes we''re off for some fun in the snow. From the moment his paws hit the yard Cash transforms into a shiny snow bunny, a raven on ice. He springs back and forth, exploring every icy corner, but returns to me quickly when I beckon him back with treats. Speaking of treats, Cash takes them gently, pushing his wet (and cold!), gorilla nose sweetly into my palm for more. Cash joins us at the shelter as his family is expecting a new baby. Of course there was a time when Cash himself was the baby of the family, knowing only one home for all of his 3 years. He is said to have lived well with a young child and another small dog. He is reportedly housebroken, and described as playful, social, and bright. As Cash weaves himself between my legs I spot a mischievous glint in his eye. A knowing grin, a tiny smirk, as if there''s a secret inside that handsome head. I reach out to pet him, to rub those magnificent ears I''d been admiring all along. But just as I do Cash darts playfully away, trotting off boldly in the snow, stopping only to look back at me with another grin, this one taunting. `Catch me outside!` He seems to say. And naturally, I oblige him. How ''bout that? Cash is waiting in adoptions at Manhattan''s ACC.