Mason the Snowdog

This weekend, we've been getting some snow. It's rare for Georgia, so we've all been enjoying it. However, I found out that noone loves it as much as Mason. On Friday, I let him out in the snow for the first time. I wasn't sure how he would react, and for a second, he didn't seem to know what to do. However, once he knew what it was, he was off. For about 5 or 10 minutes, Mason ran and slid through the yard, snacked on some snow, and had a great time. It was allmost like he was at some sort of doggie amusement park. I hadn't seen him so excited about our yard since the first week I brought him home from TSE. Ever since that Friday afternoon, this has been his ritual whenever I let him outside. In fact, he has been going out even if he doesn't have to park just so he can play in the snow. I have a feeling that when it all melts, I will have a sad puppy on my hands.