After being wrestled into puffy, waterproof clothing so thick he couldn't move, then shoved into a sled and getting dragged around in it with an icy wind whipping at your face, I guess I can't blame Ralph for not loving it. He tried so hard to have a good time, but he kept looking up at us with a face that said, "I'm so cold."
We were out there for maybe 10 minutes. It was only sort of fun while it lasted.
But he did love the candy cane we gave him when we got back inside, and watching the dog next door bark at snowflakes (from the comfort of our living room window) was a total hit. You win some, you lose some. At least the pictures turned out.
Maybe next time, Ralphie baby.