He wasn't very confident or enthusiastic about this strange cold white stuff, which was difficult to run and play in...
... and often did an about-face to get back onto the path.
Flash forward to 2009/2010, and it's a whole different story:
Llewelyn: snow dog!
Now, he can't get enough of it...
On vacation in the Jura mountains, where Llewelyn really fell in love with snow.
A recent walk by the Versoix river.
Now I just love this stuff!
Although it does have an annoying tendency to cling to and form snow balls on one's legs and paws:
which have to be tended to from time to time.
He would probably stay outdoors all day, if we let him...
but a warm and cozy fire at home seems to be an acceptable alternative.
