Still hanging on

We thought the warm weather would finally melt all the snow. We were wrong. There was one tiny little patch of snow where Mike had pushed off the piles from the roof. It was in a mostly shady part of the yard and it just didn't want to melt. So, Zander decided to do a little shoveling.


And kicking.


And throwing. I'm pretty sure some of that ended up on his head.


Then he tried to escape through the bushes to our neighbor's yard. Maybe he thought there was more snow over there?