So we got snow... LOTS of snow... this past Friday night. To those of you residing in less balmy regions, you probably can't understand my excitement. In fact, you're probably sick of snow right about now. But down here, we don't ever get snow, and certainly not nine inches.
The only one of my dogs that had ever seen snow before is Oliver. But even he had never seen more than one or two inches at best. So it was hilarious to watch them go piling out the door for the first time after it fell and watch them all come to a dead stop. They looked around at each other like "WHAT is this STUFF?!" But then it took about 30 more seconds for them to decide that it didn't really matter what it was because it was FUN!
Ollie ate it. Penny liked to catch snowballs in her mouth. Quincy just did huge donuts in the yard. Henry just ran around trying out the different activities of the other dogs. And Matilda... well, let's just say her new nickname is "Snowplow." I tried to capture it on video, but it was just too dark. She would take off running, get up some speed, and then hit her belly and slide through the snow. It was one of the funniest things I've ever seen.
Matilda sat in this chair most of the following day... fascinated by the melting snow falling off the trees.
But of course, all the snow is gone now. In fact, most of it was gone the very next day. But we all made the most of it while we had it!