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My partner's dog loves the snow. She's taken the dog snowshoeing, xc-skiing, and even tried skijouring together. I wouldn't take the dog to a downhill area, though ... as an Aussie, it would try to herd all the skiers!
Tuckerman's, Easter weekend sometime in the early 90s. Brought my dog, who was a very athletic 2-3 yr old lab, with us. I'm climbing up the bowl, up the "ladder" towards the headwall. Look back and see my dog following me up. Thought "wow, that dog is ambitious". But she was a really athletic dog - leaps off of docks into the water, chase the ball until your arm was ready to fall off, etc. So I think, "OK".
We get above the headwall, dog makes it OK. I strap on my skis and start to head down, look back and the dog isn't going anywhere. Call her, go up try to coax her, etc. Nothing. Eventually I have to accept that going up is way easier for a dog than going down and the only way she's getting back down is with me holding onto her. The ladder and main routes are packed with people, so the only way for me to climb back down is through the rocks on the headwall.
So down I go, backwards, carrying/dragging an 80+lb lab with me, having to kick my own holes the whole way. Takes forever, a few near death experiences along the way too, just to add to the enjoyment. Finally get past the headwall and into the top part of the bowl. Start to trudge down through that, still pretty steep. I'm looking down and thinking "there's nothing but snow between here and the flats at the bottom - no chance of hitting anything". So (you can see where this is going) I say "sorry, dog" and give her the bobsled push. She skis/sleds/surfs down about 200 yds of Tuck's. Runs out through the bottom, none the worse. Spends the rest of the day running around the bottom and playing fetch with the picnickers. Doesn't attempt another ascent, ever.
Worst part was having to turn around and climb back up through the rocks back to my skis. Before I even took my first run at Tucks, I was beat.