I couldn't figure out what was going on outside on Saturday. Brody almost never barks, even when we ask him to "speak" he just lets out a wimpy little squeak. When he does let out a full bark his Great Pyrenees comes out and the whole house shakes. Brody was outside with David and there was a lot of barking going on. Something exciting must have been happening. When I looked out the window I witnessed Brody retrieving a chunk of ice that must have been nearly as big as he was.
Our dog is obsessed with snowballs. This weekend David chopped up all the ice in front of the garage and threw it over the edge of the hill. Brody tired himself out trying to retrieve every last chunk.