It was the first snow of the season in the neighborhood and it was Pepe's first snow ever.
He's just 8 months old now so this was a big deal.
It started snowing around 8pm and by 10 or so there was a nice blanket of snow covering the streets. So quiet. So nice.
I put my coat on and decided to go outside and look around. As usual, he followed me right out the door—so closely that I am pretty sure he didn't realize what he was walking into.
I wouldn't say he hated it, but when I went out again later, Pepe opted to stay inside.