It very rarely snows here, and when it does, it usually doesn't stick. But for the past few days it has just been *dumping* snow, and it's sticking! So I put Daisy's sweater on and took her out, to see how she would react. She wasn't a very happy camper:
"Eating snow? Who, me?"
"K, now I'm irritated. Let me inside."
"What if I look sad and pathetic, will you let me in then?"
"Fine, no more cooperating. This is the only view you get till you let me inside."