Isla is now 7 months old, and this is her first winter. She's surprisingly hardy and even when the temperature is hovering around zero centigrade, she's keen to jump in the river - perhaps the Springer in her?
Last nights brief snow flurry was fun, mostly to watch the big mad hound jumping up into the air to catch the snowflakes as they fell.
This morning, our walk was equally amusing. Isla bounced around all over the place, eating snow as she went. I haven't told her the golden rule of snow yet, that is, don't eat yellow snow.