Dawson loves the snow. We call him our "mole" because he constantly burrows under the snow rather than walking through it. You can tell he does this because his face is always covered in snow. I suppose it doesn't help that the snow comes up to about his shoulders, but he would spend the entire day outside if his paws didn't get quite so cold. Poor pup!
Mattie isn't quite so keen on the white stuff, but she loves racing Dawson through the snow. She's ready for the ice to thaw so she can be back swimming and retrieving. I suppose it's nice that we have one dog that like summer and another who prefers winter. I think that Dawson got the better end of the deal with us living in Alaska.