An important winter question! I just finished walking the dog while dressed in shorts, boots, and a hoodie. About a foot of snow cascaded through the mountains over the weekend, but the weather warmed enough to start melting the aberration I thought I was completely rid of by moving back south. And while the dog loves romping through the snow, I of course do not. I let him have this joy from time to time, if anything to make sure he doesn't defecate in the apartment. He'll sniff around all the tracks like he's Scooby Doo or some other dog I can't think of that sniffs footprints and helps solve crimes, but he rarely does his deed out there. It's a bitter cold war I'll eventually win, but it sure doesn't stop cars from either slowing down to make sure they don't hit the puppy, or to just laugh at my attire while I aim a flashlight in the dog's direction. It isn't a big secret that I pretty much hate snow. Especially monumental fucking gobs ...