A Puppy's First Day in the Snow

Over the weekend, muh wife and I were treated to Tucker's first real snow experience.

(Side Note -- Would you believe that he is almost an entire year old?)

A couple of inches had fallen on the ground and I was excited about letting him just run around like a madman in it.

I opened the door and he skidded down the stairs, leaving cute little footprints throughout.



For the next minute or so, Tucker sniffed and walked delicately around in the snow. He seemed to be evaluating this new found ground situation since he is pretty used to his pee induced patchwork of green and dead grass.

Then... he essentially buried his head in the snow. His head popped up in a hurried fashion and he bolted like a bat out of hell. He ran around in circles and with each dramatic turn, scooped up a mouthful of snow.



Mouthful after mouthful after mouthful.

Turn after turn after turn.

5 minutes later, he was either full or tired so he was ready to go inside. He ran up the stairs and waited patiently in the way only Tucker can do so.



It makes me feel so good and guilty at the same time.

You can be happy that I didn't show you the peeing picture... but I will say one thing about him eating snow... it means he has to go outside a lot more.

Here's to Tucker -- Snow Puppy!