This morning Clyde had his first walk in the snow-at least with us, but he is from South Carolina. At first he shivered when he stood in it, and sniffed in out all over the sidewalk. Then he went around as usual, not even seeming to notice when his muzzle was covered in it, and licking it off his paws once we got back the front porch. When I said to him "Wanna go out in the snow?" for the second time, he got all excited and started jumping, wagging his tail, and licking me.