Wednesday evening, it started to snow. The air was warm, the flakes were big and soft, and all the spring mud was soon covered over. It was a wonderful evening to be outdoors!
By Thursday morning we had several inches on the ground. It was much colder and the puppies weren't nearly as enthusiastic about being outside.
Because they semmed so hesitant in the snow, I decided to walk over to the far side of the yard (under some maples whose boughs were bent down under the weight of the snow) and wait to see what the pups would do. I was curious to see if they'd follow after me, and, since I half expected them to go back onto the porch and wait by the door for me, I was pleased that all of them decided to come look for me! Interestingly, they each came individually, and not one of them followed my tracks around the downed tree branches - once each pup decided to come to me, they each took a relatively direct path towards me.
