Nigel does not like snow.
He ran for and pottied inside one of the trash cans, then waited for me to go carry him back into the house.
Look at how sad he is when I let him outside, even though I shoveled the snow off the ground in the spot closest to the house. There’s more that I shoveled off out of camera view, so they had a good run area, but he stayed in this spot close to the house and acted all pitiful.
Xoco blends into the snow so well that I don’t think I have any pictures of her. At least, if I do, she’s not visible enough in them.
Itzl was light enough that he walked on top of the ice and snow. Of course, he has booties, and Nigel doesn’t (yet).
The snow got to be around 5″ in the center of my back yard, so that’s neck deep for Itzl, over Xoco’s head, and belly deep for Nigel.