He becomes very excited when it's cold, and over-joyed when there's snow on the ground
He tries to bury himself in the snow, rolling around in it, sometimes sliding down the hill in our backyard in an attempt to get as much cold wet stuff under his fur as possible.
And he always comes in the house with a pile of snow sitting on top of his nose. The only thing I truly enjoy about winter is seeing Mr. Edgar so very happy.
Two tiny little weeks!
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