Penelope has always LOVED snow. Before we had children, Jeff and I would spend hours kicking snow piles outside for Penny to dive into. It was an instinctive game for her which she came up with her first winter. She would stand, poised and patient, just waiting to jump right in. For hours. Nothing made her as happy and we were willing to take her out to pee every five minutes afterward due to massive snow consumption during the process. We did anything she wanted back then.
There is little puppy left in our girl these days. She’s been through countless moves, demoted three times due to children, beaten the shit out of three dogs (they totally asked for it. OK, not really…) and had some frightening health scares herself. Most days she seems far older than her eight years, but yesterday, she was a puppy again. And we all loved it.