Christmas Eve and its still snowing and all in the

The dogs were desperate for a walk so having wrapped up well off we set across the fields and into the near by woods. Despite knowing where the various pot holes are in the paths that we walk on a regular basis, it's hard to remember exactly where some of them are lurking under the new blanket of snow.
Poor Dillon pretended to be Bambi as he shot off and skidded over a frozen puddle which took out all four paws out to all four corners, belly flopped, spun and finished off with a spectacular snow plough finish with his muzzle into the snow. - That's ma' boy!