Ben and I were out at brunch this morning when the first snow of the year descended. We'd ventured out in rain, only to find ourselves marooned in slush rather quickly.
Fortunately, we layered well. By the time we reached home...
...well, it was worse.
Poor Doolin needed a walk, but he really had no clue what awaited him. We bundled up the pup.
He seems to have forgotten what this "snow" is all about.
This is not a happy puppy. Within five minutes, he started to shiver and we swooped him back to the apartment for a good rub down.
I wonder if my Monday flight to Chicago will make it out on time?
Happy Snowy Saturday, to those of you riding out Snowtober with us!