You know, you see these movies with dogs running around in the snow and everyone thinks that dogs love snow. It isn't the humans fault though. I mostly blame that Marley dog. He goes romping in the snow, wagging his tail, knocking down snowmen and everyone's all "wow, look how happy that Marley is. I think I'll let my dog play in the snow". 
You know what happens when you put old Frank out in the snow? This is what happens: 
I was eventually able to get myself up, but we can't all have legs like freaking gazelles, Marley. Anyway, I was eventually able to right myself. Thankfully Samm pulled me out of the snow before I lost feeling in, well, how can I put this, everything below the equator.
Thankfully, the snow is finally melting off. The things I have to go through for my job... yeesh.