Welcome to Antarctica, where the players play.
And the rest of us stay inside.
I told you winter wagging is not for weenies.
Anyone want to go for a bike ride?
A face her mama definitely loves.
If only "Little Dog" knew how to throw a stick - then it would be love at first sniff.
We're harvesting water this season apparently.
Just stay in those tracks, you'll be alright. And dizzy.
- These are the only things that aren’t white. Or brown. Or yellow. Don’t eat the yellow snow.
And just a little reminder, we still feel this way about being human popsicles: