As a Northerner, B has had her fair share of snow encounters of the cold kind. But, being a skinny delicate little things, she would be happy to never see snow again. Or so I thought. After our 5 inches last night, I took her to the park across the street to play. She had a blast!!! She hasn't seen real snow (more than a dusting) since Christmas '07 in New England. Her friskiness and true nature certainly came out! She was catching and chasing snow balls, digging for sticks beneath the snow, and acting like a puppy again. And now she's passed out on her bed.
The pretty tree limbs.
Sticks are more fun than snow.
The pretty park.
The snow mustache is better than a milk mustache.
Do you see what her ear is doing here? I love the spaziness of this dog. Seriously.
On the hunt for something ... pretty sure it was a stick.