On Tuesday when we let the dogs out in the morning, they were delighted to see the snow. This was possibly the most snow they've ever seen and they had a lot of fun chasing each other around thru the drifts.
Noah seemed pleased and somewhat surprised that he could catch the snow on his tongue.
Norma Jean found a ball and decided to play with it.
They seemed a little confused, mainly because the wind was so strong and the snow was blowing around.
After chasing each other around for a while, they came to see what we were doing.
Fudge let us all know that he approved of the snow.
Tsar tried to tell Rob how happy he was with the situation.
He wanted to play, but the others were ready to go inside and warm up.
He was the only one left outside, but he wouldn't respond to our calls. Instead he found a stick to fight with.
He jumped around and swung the stick in the air. He'd let it go, then pounce on it.
This stick needed to be subdued and he couldn't come in until he had it under control.
Mission completed.
Now, how about a cookie?
Today is a different story altogether. The temperature this morning was 0 degrees and although I told them to hurry, they went out the door expecting to play in the snow. Immediately their feet started hurting from the cold. Some came limping back to the house, a couple sat down or dropped down to the ground to protect their feet. I had to race around escorting them back to the garage. They're now all warming themselves in front of the fire. Our outings today will be few and quick.
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