Right now we are in Mini-Snow-ta.
It is a place. It is a season. It is atrocious.
When I go outside now I have to wear my Christmas sweater.
My dainty little pe-bo paws get frozen in the snow and ice. But I cannot complain because last time I did, mom said she would buy me dog booties. I think the Christmas sweater is humiliation enough.
Brody and our cousin Maddie do not mind the snow, even though it is so deep we can hardly see over it:
(Somehow, even with my Christmas sweater, I manage to remain more dignified than Brody.)
When I absolutely must go outdoors I tiptoe up to my spot and then run back into the house as quickly as possible.
I think that it is better just to stay indoors in warm arms.