Tilley dog quite enjoyed crazying about off lead in the snow this evening. She dives head-first into it, snorts, tries to eat it. Pees on snowmen. The normal dog-in-snow stuff.
Just like a two year old!
I'm sure I've mentioned before the circumstances of my brother (who was at that point used to roaming about naked in a tropical climate) discovering snow for the first time...
Not that I remember, but I suppose it was something similar to my mother's school friend who had grown up in Nigeria. Who, waking up to see a world covered in cotton wool, could resist running barefoot in it?
More a case of encountering the combination of a) an open door to the outside world and b) a full bladder, running outside stark naked (he'd yet to be presuaded to keep clothes on) to do what came naturally, and then stopping very suddenly, doing that calm-before-the-storm pause thing that toddlers do, and SCREAMING.
This is, of course, embarrassing parental anecdote gold.
(I was older, more inclined to wear clothes and thoroughly toilet trained, so my first experiences of snow were a lot less traumatic.)
