This morning the promised snow arrived and when we opened the back door for Harry he got the shock of his life. He stopped dead in his tracks, the look on his face was a mixture of horror and amazement – similar to Scooby Doo when he sees a ghost.
It took him a few moments to collect himself, then he bounded out to see what this white stuff was that had invaded his world.
Everything that was familiar to him suddenly looked different and needed to be fully investigated. As he nudged the branches of a small tree, a lump of snow fell off and landed on his nose. Harry was outraged.
Harry had a great time with the snow and spent ages playing in the garden, slipping and sliding around. By the time it came to go out to the shops he’d figured out how to walk on it and trotted down the street like a Siberian Husky.