Until this weekend, our two pups, Winston and Snickers, were just as happy playing inside the house as outside.
![Winston and Snickers playing inside the house.](https://amylpeterson.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/12/DSC_3960-300x264.jpg)
But with six inches of snow on the ground, the puppies preferred to be outside. They ran around the front yard, then we took them to the back yard.
![Pups in the snow.](https://amylpeterson.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/12/DSC_4063-300x199.jpg)
Snickers’ loved it.
![Snickers in the snow.](https://amylpeterson.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/12/DSC_4042-300x198.jpg)
Afterwards, inside the house, the pups became rather pitiful looking as the little wads of snow slowly melted.
![Winston, imitating a homeless dog.](https://amylpeterson.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/12/DSC_4085-300x199.jpg)
But after the pups were dried off and they had a wee nap, they were back outside to romp around in the snow again.
This afternoon I was wondering: if I didn’t have to shovel the driveway to get my car out, shovel the deck so the birds and squirrels can find the sunflower seeds easier, and shovel a circle in the backyard so that the ducks can find the corn we put out for them, would I see the snow as merely something fun to play in? Like a pup or kid? So, I put on my boots and joined the pups outside, and as I ran around in circles chased by smiling fur, I felt a renewed love for the white, fluffy stuff that is after all, a part of a Michigan winter. So thanks, pups, for reminding me how much fun the snow can be. Next time: snow angels!