Molson always loved the snow.  I’m not sure how he can stay out for hours in his bare feet but he does.  At the old house he would stay with me as I cleared sidewalks, driveways, and cars with the neighbors.  Molson always seemed to know everyone and they knew him.  He would make his rounds and greet everyone as we all dug ourselves out.

He even tried out sledding a couple times but didn’t seem to enjoy it much.  He would jump off the sled about halfway down the hill.  He does love a good snowball fight though.  He tries to snatch them out of the air as they fly back and forth between me and the kids.  If he misses one, he sticks his head into the snow like a duck sticking its head underwater.  He could eat a hundred snowballs and still want more.

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