There's something about new snow that dogs love. Jake and Lucy used to dance, wrestle and run around like pups whenever we'd get a deep, fresh snow~I always thought they looked like those documentaries of wolves play fighting in the snow. Now Lucy is gone and poor ol' Jake is out there trying to get the cat to play in the snow. That's a big NO...with a side order of fresh..NO. The cat is healing up from tom catting fights, so this snow is like rubbing salt in his wounds.
Jake's is rolling around and rubbing his face all over the snow as I type this...there must be something cleansing and wonderful about snow that they love. Makes him frolic like a puppy all by his lonesome out there. Every dog we've ever had was like that with snow...must make them feel good.

Jake's is rolling around and rubbing his face all over the snow as I type this...there must be something cleansing and wonderful about snow that they love. Makes him frolic like a puppy all by his lonesome out there. Every dog we've ever had was like that with snow...must make them feel good.
