WENDELL'S FIRST WONDERLAND.
Wendell still doesn't sleep through the night––he's just a puppy––and as "parents" we've come to terms with the fact that for now, we don't either. It would be frustrating if he weren't so darn cute. OK, even the cuteness doesn't always trump the frustration but Hannah and I have managed it pretty well so far, taking turns rising in the middle of the night to let him out. So when the whine came at some mockingly-unrealistic hour this morning, and it fell on my turn, I slowly, but dutifully, galumphed out of bed and took Wendell to the door. I was astonished to see the fresh inches of snowfall––more than I've seen in all winter. But imagine Wendell: he was speechless, or the puppy equivalent. He took off running into the powder unconcerned, burying himself, biting every clump of snow in front of him and rolling around indiscriminately. Suddenly, the party stopped as he must've realized he didn't recognize this foreign substance and he bounced back to the sidewalk. When he traverses snow, Wendell uses his hind legs in unison resembling the motions of a 10 pound bunny, but leaves his mouth agape like a vacuum, plowing his way through. For a moment he sat on the wet concrete staring, bewildered and overwhelmed, until he determined that everything was perfectly cool and flung himself back into the whiteness recklessly. Despite my tiredness and the late hour I couldn't deny the pup his first snow experience. And because it has been so unreasonably adorable this morning, we couldn't help but want to share it!- Jesse.
