Sometimes we take the dogs up logging tracks and let them run around in the snow.
Then we pelt them with snowballs. Nobody ever said we were nice.

 

winter wonderland

What, like you never crumble snowballs into your dog's mouth?
And yes, it is cold. Trent is just a mutant.

Highly trained tracker dogs.

Basso rests in the cold snow. One of the perks of a built-in fur coat.

What's that you say? What is this "cold" of which you speak?

You're all idiots. The truck is lovely and dry. I am the smartest of all.

Are we there yet? Are we there yet?

What's that over there? Is that the truck? I have to go.

You are all jealous of my cat hat. It has big yellow eyes.
Basso is so consumed with envy he can't even look at me.

Trent is eyeing up Basso to see if there is enough fur coat there for everyone.

Further up the mountain, where no dogs are allowed, there is copious amounts of snow.
As well as children in mohawk hats.