At first she marched, lifting her feet high with each step and putting her feet down with precision. But by the time we reached the park, where on the grass the snow was a little deeper, Dorothy had decided that she liked snow very much!
We walked all through the park, and Dorothy alternated between doing the snow zoomies and bouncing all around, and taking the time to sniff each and every dog footprint left in the snow. It went a little like this: ZOOMIES! sniff, sniff, sniff, ZOOMIES! sniff, snuffle, sniff, sniff, ZOOMIES! etc. It was as if she was physically spelling out a message in Morse code, and that message was SNOW IS FUN!
Which just goes to show that you can take the girl out of Maine, but you can't take Maine out of the girl.
Dorothy thinking, I was promised hot cocoa: