Cole experienced his first snow this morning. It is rare to get snow that sticks in Birmingham, AL. I feel like Jack Frost and Father Christmas truly blessed us this year. Judd and I saw the flurries begin about the time we went to bed last night. We didn't really think it would stick. We awoke to a beautiful scene this morning. (Jamie and Terri, if you are reading this feel free to laugh at our modest dusting.)
We opened the door and out he went. He was a little unsure at first.
He took a few steps to test the waters or in this case cold sticky stuff on his paws.
He looked over at his water bowl and became perplexed. What is this hard stuff in my bowl?
He decided this snow stuff might be fun. We headed for the grass in the backyard.
It sure is so much brighter out here when everything is white. Squint.
Daddy would you like to play soccer? huh? huh?
After a quick reenactment of the movie Air Bud we went back through the house to the front yard.
We paid homage to our alma mater and then proceeded to throw snow balls at each other....and Cole.
He loved playing with the snowball and hitting it with his big webbed paws like it was a hockey puck.
Next we had a tasting.
Once Cole had his fill of snow he came in and appropriatly found a great napping spot under the tree.