It snowed all day Friday and most of the night. When we went out Saturday morning there was plenty of snow on the ground and it was the good soft kind that was fun to play in.
What's Dad doing inside? Why isn't he out here playing with us?
Wow, what's that thing?
Let's take a closer look at that yellow and blue thing.
I've got it. It's all mine.
No Noah, you have to share.
We want to see it, too.
The first run down the hill.
Are you all right, Dad?
Wow, you went fast, Dad.
That was fun.
Now what do we do?
Getting ready for the second run, everybody wants to ride along.
No guys, there only room for me.
Stand back everyone.
Oh oh, Morgan thinks Rob is in trouble. Last year she saw Rob on the sled and to save him she grabbed his leg and bit down. He had a bruise for a month. He hopes that this time he can convince her that he's OK and avoid a painful bite.
Let's go help Morgan save Dad.
We're coming Morgan. We'll save you, Dad.
Come on guys, Dad needs our help.
Don't run into him.
Boy, that was fun. Can we do it again?
Good girl, Morgan. Thanks for not biting.
Now we all have to run back up the hill.
Look at Norma Jean run.
I've got snowball feet. Let's go inside and have cookies.
When the pups were about six weeks old we had some snow. I took the sled outside and five of them ran over and sat down on it. Their combined weight made it start moving. All five sat up very straight with their heads up and ears flying and rode it all the way down the hill. The other three ran along behind it. Of course, I didn't have my camera with me and they never repeated their performance.