Heading into our first winter with the wee little frou-frou puppy, I was concerned the little princess would suffer horribly in the snow. At the first sign of snowflakes, I was out there with the shovel, making sure “her” yard was perfect. I got her winter gear to keep her delicate self warm and cozy.
These were taken early in yesterday’s snowstorm, but it doesn’t matter. If there’s a pile of snow, she wants in it. And she doesn’t want any mittens or a coat. She wants to fly through it, using her flat little face to scoop snow, throw it up in the air and try to catch it.
Running through deep snow is her favorite thing, and her whole body bucks like a rodeo bronc. It’s funny as hell. And she has no fear—it doesn’t matter how deep it is, she’s there. On more than one occasion, when the snow wasn’t as packed as she thought it was, I’ve had to pull the leash and reel her out like a fish.