Last evening our puppy Emmy encountered snow for the first time. As it landed on her, she looked at me with a degree of confusion. This morning Charlie took her out for her first experience of a light snowfall. He reported that she was mystified, picking up one paw and then the other, licking the snow and pushing it with her nose. By the time I took her out later in the morning she seems to have become slightly grumpy about the event. Where is the grass she likes to sniff? How can she dig in the leaves and why did I hide them anyway?
I hope that she comes to a better accommodation with it. This is just a taste of the inevitable snow and ice in her (and our) future. Our other dogs have loved running, jumping and burrowing in the accumulating piles. But whether she likes it or not, she will have to accept the inevitable. As do we!