SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO much fun this morning. Whenever he’s on snow he likes to run up to us, jump up on his hind legs and box with me or Jessica. But there was plenty of dashing off in wide arcing circles only to peel back toward us, plunge his front legs in the snow, shout, “Humans! Follow me!” and then with a bob of his head pull a 180 and run back out onto the tundra. He almost cried when we had to bring him home from the park. Jessica has to go to work because “Justice never rests” or something like that. But me and Coz are going to have a blast.
One question: From an evolutionary standpoint, why do dogs like the snow so much?