We're not sure whether Skye saw snow when she was a small puppy, but, based on her boundless curiousity, we doubt it.
This was taken after first snow when maybe 4 inches had fallen. It was bitterly cold so the snow was light and dry. We went for a morning walk and laughed as Skye slid across the ice. She quickly learned how to avoid sliding, but while racing around would still occasionally forget, and whoops!
First snow. The snow is still relatively light here.
There's just nothing better than sticking your nose in the snow and rooting around.
Christmas morning delivered several more inches of snow, now so deep that Skye finds it easier to sometimes leap like a deer from spot to spot. She likes to break snowballs you throw her way in two before they hit the ground.
Christmas morning. The snow is about knee- to mid-thigh deep.
At its coldest during this storm the temperature dropped to 8 degrees, cold enough to freeze poor Skye's whiskers as she drooled. This detracted not one whit from her enjoying everything.
It snowed a few more inches on the day after Christmas. The temperature has risen though, making the snow suitably sticky for this handsome snowman. Starting with a small hand-packed ball, you roll the ball across the top of the snow to make it bigger and bigger, then do it again. The buttons, eyes, and nose are bits of bark. Skye has now several times looked suspiciously through the living room window, unsure about that snowman outside.
We had to fight Skye off while building the snowman. She loves eating any kind of ice, so crunchy snowballs are tasty delights. We'll see how long Mr. Snowman last with Skye roaming unsupervised outside.
