Guinness has never encountered deep snow. Thursday morning we were able to get in the back yard and she was up to her neck in snow. She likes the snow but hates her snowsuit so I let her play. I must say it was fun to watch her trying to figure out what the white stuff was. She usually goes nose first and that didn't change in the snow.
Her fur is so fine that little snowballs accumulate after a very short time in the powder. Short of a full body snowsuit, for which she would never forgive me, there's not much to be done. What do snowy weather wheaten owners do? She hid from from the inevitable bath.
She helped me dig out after the storms, and much preferred to be running free without the much hated snow suit.