Back home, playing in the snow meant bundling up; leashing up the dogs; tromping down four flights of stairs; and navigating slick, SALTED sidewalks (unless it was a blizzardy and then we could walk in the street) until we found a good spot to play. If we got to the dog run in time, we could play off leash. If the dog run snow was already “played out” we’d have to find another spot and that usually meant playing with leashes on.
NOT TODAY! 😛
My city dog Snickers, his sister Secret (who actually started off in the country before we adopted her) and our foster boy Murphy got their first real snow here today. We went out a few times to play. A FEW TIMES. Because, really, all I have to do is pull on some clothes and open the door and we’re out there with 1 1/2 acres of fresh snow to play in. Wheeeeee!