"M'all over it," she assured him with a salute. "Take your time," she added, trying not to be a little amused at it. She did wonder if they had poop bags or if they just left the messes; it was hard to tell with a new snowcover being laid down.
Well, it was what it was; if there was a mountain of dog shit when spring happened, there was.
With a glance to the door, she flashed him a smile if he was still there before she set about playing with the puppy in the snow. Sort of chasing but mostly feinting at her to prompt her to run; she imagined Marco might appreciate a sleepy puppy over one that still wanted to go out. If Bearbear got close enough, Lana would tickle her or play wrestle with her in the snow before letting up to see if she had to potty.
She wasn't in a rush. She was cold, sure, but this was fun enough and she could warm up easy enough that she wasn't too worried. She wasn't ever going to love snow, no, but she could deal for puppy adorableness.