Mylie and Watson love to play in the snow. She sits by the door and cries becuase she wants to play. Whenever I let her out she runs around, chases Watson, then he chases her, then she lays down in a pile of snow and shakes her whole body.
As I write this, she's looking out the window longingly and whimpering... "pleeeeeeeese Mom?? Can't I go out and play?"
Ok Mylie...... We'll go play.