By which I mean that he had a blast hurling himself into the air and landing in snowdrifts deep enough to bury himself in. He bounded through the snow, chased it, dug in it, and generally had a Very Good Time. He was really bummed when we came home - not enough snow, and of course we left my mom and dad -- his NEW FAVORITE PEOPLE -- behind.
Here's a few pix of him enjoying himself in the snow.
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