Louie came from Texas. He was born in January (a new year's pup) and probably never saw snow while living down South. Well, yesterday, when the Nor'easter hit, the snow started coming down during his walk time. And as soon as I opened the door, he was like "oh, hells no." So we walked around the complex, he did his business, then ran to the door. Once back inside, he proceeded to roll around on the floor in an attempt to rub the wet snow off his back.
|Louie's out there somewhere|
But after work, M took him out, and he had a change of heart. Now, Louie loves it. Once M and I chowed down on our cheap Domino's dinner, Louie and I walked to the park where he got to run and romp and play. He was like a pig in sh!t. Happier than a kid in a candy shop.
But I got cold, specifically my fingers despite wearing gloves. So we headed home, not without a game of chase. He didn't want to go back on the leash yet.
Plus my camera was able to capture how pretty it was out, even if it did feel like it was in the 20s with a piercing wind.
Overall, I think it was a successful for snow for Louie. And I'm really glad I decided to walk instead of putting my butt on the couch to watch TV.