There was a fair bit of snow today in Boston. By the time I got home from work, it had stopped, and it was fairly pleasant and not terribly cold…and the snow was still pretty and not dirty and scuffed. So as soon as I got home, I bundled Gun-Hee up and took him outside to see his first snow.
At first, he thought it was pretty amazing.
He had a pretty good time, plowing around in the white stuff.
Plow, plow, plow…
Later on, I could tell he was trying to get some of his feet out of the snow.
He was also getting frustrated at not being able to move the way he wanted to with his coat on.