If it’s snowing but still relatively warm, we take the boys out for a little snow adventuring. Last year Riot couldn’t get enough of the snow. He burrowed in it, chased snowflakes around, made himself into a very, very tiny horizontal snowman, it was Big Fun. This year, he wasn’t having it. I leashed him and put him down in the snow; he crawled right back UP me and curled up in my coat.
Puck, on the other hand, couldn’t get enough:
It went on like that for half an hour, until I finally had to drag him back inside. His nose was bright pink, his feet were covered with ice, his coat was soaking, and he ran around the dining room barking in furry delight while his brother watched, safe inside a fleece blanket.