Sure enough, as I predicted, we were greeted with snow early Saturday morning.
Ryan and I woke up early, hoping to spend some time in the fresh white powder before it was reduced to muddy slush. We were excited about the season’s first snow but, as you can see, someone else in our household was even more so.
When it first snowed last year, Iggy wasn’t thrilled with the idea. In fact, we could barely make it around the block before ice crystals would cling to his legs and salt would burn his precious paws.
I didn’t want to be that girl who put shoes on her dog, but Iggy’s shoes—little rubber boots called Pawz, almost like rubber balloons—have changed our (winter) life. (Humans get snow boots; why not dogs?)
Our once sulky snow pup had the vigor of a sled dog as he darted around our deserted street on Saturday morning, throwing up fresh powder in his wake. Passersby laughed as he spun and scooted and slipped and slided, coming up with a snow-covered face after every nose dive.
The once ethereal snow cover has already become slush, but I won’t forget this winter’s first snow—a perfect morning with my two- and four-legged loves.
On Iggy: Pawz Waterproof Dog Boots