Cold, Wet, Lovable Dogs

Peter was up at 2:30 with the dogs and there was no snow falling or on the ground; but by 6:00, we had a few inches of real honest-to-goodness snow {not the icy mess that we have grown so used to}. Schools are closed again and Peter didn't have to go into work until 9:30. Instead of our typical morning walk, we opted to go out back for a bit and let the dogs play in the snow.

As I've mentioned before, our dogs are best friends; they accept each other for who they are. Sometimes Lily is a bully.And sometimes Gunther is.Sometimes Gunther slows down to enjoy the finer things in life, like snowballs. At first he wasn't so sure. He had a lick, and then another.... ...before he discovered it is much more efficient to simply take a bite. Or two. Lily is not interested in the finer things. READ: she was not excited about eating snowballs. She would rather chase them; we believe her thoughts tend to go something like this, "Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball."
Sometimes Gunther gets jealous of Lily's skills with fetch. He'll do anything for attention- this morning he showed off his ups with a running start... ...and from a stand still.