We had a dribble earlier in the season, but today the Big Flakes arrived, albeit briefly.
So I grabbed the camera, and the big lens, and dragged the dogs outside (they didn't want to go out, it was cold, and it was snowing after all.)
I got goodies.
No dice.
They sat inside in the nice, warm, dry house and watched me in my boots and coat trying to coax them out the door.
Good Lord, what IS she thinking?
That was clearly on their faces.
Eventually I won and they decided to go out.
Next on the list was getting them to run around and look happy.
It was cold.
It was wet.
It was snowing.
Get a life, woman.
But, Doc is a puppy after all, and without too much prodding he began the puppy dance. After dancing on top of the Bassets, they were left with little choice but to join in, which they did for a moment, and then left Doc to carry on the Happy Winter Dance while they stood miserably by the back door.
Where is a good
Which way?
Look guys! Look what I have!
Maybe it is time to go in, after all....
And in we came, soaking wet. Well... I wanted the pictures so that's what I get.
