First Snow

We had to go to Binghamton to see our first snow this year. It was nice and sticky, so I helped Mommy make a snow-fisher-man in honor of Papa. This snowman wishes he was on the San Juan River right about now.

Mommy didn't bring snowpants or boots with us, so she put two pairs of polar fleece pants on me and covered my feet with plastic bags secured with rubber bands. It isn't terribly fashionable, but it did keep me warm and dry.


I made friends with this kitty too.