With Thanksgiving over and Christmas on the way it was with much delight that Frank and I awoke to a thin layer of snow on the ground! We don't get a whole lot of snow in our corner of the country, sadly, so this was rather exciting for all parties involved. Or at least it was exciting for Frank. And for me.
To celebrate the Winter Wonderland, the family decided that it was time to break out the Christmas decorations. Frank eagerly accompanied us to the nursery where we picked up the garland, and when we got home he was very instrumental in observing the first chapter of the decorating...
Now Frank! No one likes to work under the pressure of such a scrutinizing eye!
Once the garland was satisfactorily in place, Frank felt free to enjoy the snow. First he tried, as any true pug would, to see if it was delicious and to ingest as much as possible....
Oh Frank! So delicious and refreshing!
He then attempted to run at pug mock ten in circles around the yard which resulted in a rather catastrophic wipe out...
Oh my, well at least it was on the right side of his face. No one enjoys frostbite on their only eyeball.
And then! It was time for Frank's new favorite game: "Wherever did the ball go?"
(I may recommend that you turn off the volume for this as there is rather constant commentary from the family about nothing in particular going on for it's full duration, loudly, in the background, and I can not for the life of me figure out how to edit the frickin' thing)
Now, being that Frank is so young, handsome, and bright, he did eventually figure out the mystery of the snowball, at which point, again with true pug delight, he proceeded to consume as much as possible. (Again, I apologize for the shoddy camera work and the fact I that could not edit these cinematic masterpieces down a bit. Try not to get motion sick.)
After his most exhausting and rugged day in the outdoors, Frank was ever so worn out and chilled that he was forced to find the warmest place possible for the rest of the night.