We finally got our snowstorm. So this morning before things got too unruly out there, I decided to take Emory for a walk. All was well for a while.
He even pelted me with snowballs.
But then something happened with his hands. They started to hurt because ice cold stuff on bare hands hurts!
Naturally, he refused to wear his gloves, which were in my pocket the whole time. Why he refused? No clue. But in hopes of teaching him that wearing gloves is necessary whenever it’s cold outside and one intends to throw snowballs, I gave in to his stubbornness. However, this backfired, because instead of putting the gloves on, he threw a fit by throwing himself to the ground in protest. Which made him even colder.
Then the tears came. I did not take pictures of this part.
But, overall? Our walk was awesome. And he loved almost every minute of it.
The next time we venture out I’ll make sure to warm the snow up first.