I couldn't wait to see Lucy's reaction to her first real snowfall. When we woke up yesterday morning the deck was covered, and the yard was starting to show little signs of green grass. Initially, I didn't think she was even going to go outside, but once she got out there, I couldn't get her back in.
When her "delicate" little paws hit that ice cold snow for the first time, there was a lot of hesitation. She turned right back around and came in the house. Of course, that wasn't going to work and I had to shoo her right back out in the cold.
But, like anything else with Lucy, after the initial greeting of anything new, the hesitation disappears once she's had a chance to give it a good "once over", and Lucy becomes her usual silly self.
Lucy was thrilled to find out how slippery the deck was covered in snow, and wasted no time tearing up the snow on the deck, running, jumping and sliding all over the place.
She seemed shocked to find out that the smelly old shoe she's been playing with in the yard, still smells just the same even covered in snow.
And when her Mama was totally frozen, Lucy was happy to come back in the house and settle down for a nice nap right under a heat vent. Good Lucy!