Yesterday morning the dogs and I woke up to a winter wonderland. We couldn't wait to go out and write our names in the snow!
Since it was Squeaks first experience with the weird white stuff, she had a blast running, jumping and sliding, while Taz half heartedly gave chase. I even ran ( slowly, to be sure) with them for a little bit, huffing and puffing clouds of steamy breath. It was still dark but I took some flash pictures when I could get Squeak to hold still long enough to focus the camera.
The house was chilly, so I got a good fire going in the fireplace, but before we could even get warmed up, Squeak wanted out again. Taz laid down in front of the fireplace, but Squeak sat by the back door doing her “I want out!” squeak. She sounded so pathetic we went back out and played some more.
Taz and I pooped out, but Squeak couldn't get enough of it. When her tiny little paws would get too cold she'd come in for a warm up and then cry to go out again.
When it got light I took some more pictures, and some video of the dogs playing. Squeak drove us crazy, wanting out every 15 minutes all day long.
After leaving Colorado, I didn't think that I'd ever like snow again, but now when it only happens once in a while, it's kind of fun.
