Xoco saw frost for the first time in her life today.
For some reason, all the dogs I've ever had have all had idiosyncratic potty habits. Itzl has to spin around in place 3 times. Shika has to run in a wide circle first, then spin twice. Dogmatyx has to squat, then, while squatting, walk forward 4 steps. Drusilla has find something taller than herself, even if it's just a blade of grass (tough to do when you're a 40 pound dog), then poop as close to it as possible. Xoco barks.
This is important, because remember, it's her very first frosty morning ever.
So there she was, pooping and barking, and she notices her breath steaming up in front of her. She stops, mouth open for her next bark. She forgets about pooping.
Then she barks, sees the steam rise from her mouth, and suddenly she's in a frenzy of barking and trying to catch her breath as it steams away from her. She's running forward as fast as she can and spinning and snapping and snarling and barking so hard she's gasping for breath.
I have to chase her down and catch her and bring her inside, where it's warm enough her breath doesn't steam, to calm her down.
Ten minutes later, after she's calm, we go back outside so the dogs can finish their business.
This time, when Xoco barks as she poops, she's facing the wind and it blows her steamy breath behind her where she doesn't see it.
All is good. Everyone has a good time outdoors, and we all come back in ready to start the day.
It's supposed to be frosty again tomorrow morning.
I'm bringing the camera. It has a movie feature. Maybe I can capture her frost frenzy.
Assuming she does it again.