Keeping up with Thatcher

Keeping up with Thatcher.
The vet gave him a clean bill of health. I think he was surprised how well Thatcher is doing.
He’s been able to go outside all by himself for the past few days. He runs around playing in the snow. At one point yesterday he decided to see how deep the snow was. Only way to do that is dig a hole. One that goes right down to the grass and a little past.
He comes in long enough to let the snow to melt all over the house then he’s gone again.
He stuck his face in the snow and came up with a Santa Clause beard. I couldn’t get to my camera fast enough and missed the picture.