In 2004, my sister and brother-in-law took Arthur up to Big Bear Mountain for some New Year's Eve celebratory snow romping. It was his first time. And like everyone's first time, there was an element of what's-going-to-happen, especially since he can be skittish about weird things.
Not so with snow, apparently. He dove right in, and didn't seem cold at all. The flurries made him a little squinty, but other than that, he had a great time.
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