We needed to take the first 15 minutes convincing her that the sled wasn't a death machine, ya should heard her growling! She warmed up to it eventually... (After Dad sat on it and went down the hill a few times first)
She was cuddly at the moment , but she was more glad that she made it down the hill a couple of times and lived to ramble about it
"Chloe these are the kinda snowballs that boys will throw at you. It is your responsibility that the ones you make are as big, but have chunks of ice in the middle..."