Sorry you don't get snow.
I didn't always hate snow. I loved it as a child. It took many many years to lose my "happiness" about snow. When I was a child, snow was WONDERFUL. It didn't effect everyday life the way it does when you "grow up". As a child a big snow meant no school, sledding and building snow "creatures" (when younger I never built "snow men" I always built huge snow creatures, requiring a ladder to attach heads). Children from all over the place would all come to my neighborhood for fantastic sledding. We would sneak into a local golf course through holes in the fences to sled on the amazing hills. There would often be 20 to 30 kids, with "look outs" to warn us to run away if the "checker" came by to chase away the kids from their precious golf course hills.
As an adult this "excitement" over snow continued for a while, then slowly over the years, this excitement turned to dread. Driving in snow was scary and dangerous. My car would often get stuck. Could I get to work? Would I slide down an icy hill and be killed? I didn't have time to build snow creatures. DId I have enough food in the house?
I remember visiting my parents after I grew up. That wonderful steep hilly street I loved to sled down as a child became a horrible scarry snowy icy death trap. My parents house was at the bottom of a HUGE STEEP hill. I would have to call my father and ask the road conditions of that steep hill before visiting. If that hill was snowy or icy... you could NOT drive down... it was a winding steep hill and you would basically have zero traction. There is no fear I have greater than getting part way down this hill in my car, and realizing it was completely iced over. That terror still haunts me.
. It wasn't simply a straight hill, it curved around. If you started to slide... there was no way to know what would happen... and another car could be coming UP AT SPEED to get to the top.
Trying to get UP that hill was also terrifying. You get half way, lose all traction... and have to sort of slide down backwards. By the way... there were TWO hills the same, at each end of the street. There was no other way out. I grew up with those "hills" trapping us at each end during snowy winter days. As a child these two hills covered with snow was FREAKING AWESOME! As an adult trying to drive somewhere it became a nightmare.
I would often keep a wooden sled in the trunk, park at the top of the hill and sled down to my parents house. Of course... I had to walk back up, through snow, to get back to my car. When I was younger my father kept a sled in his trunk so he could get home after work. He would park at the top of that hill and slide down.
I now live on a "normal" street, completely flat, no hills but I still get really nervous and very annoyed with snow. Deep down inside though, is that little child who LOVES snow. There's a tiny little bit of that old excitement... but... it gets over powered by the adult who has to clean off the car, scrape the windows and drive through plowed up piles of snow on the street.
4 legged rigs
I haven't done much rigging of quadrupeds before. When working on the polar bear, I rigged it completely wrong at first. It took a while to figure out that the forelegs and hind legs are simply "arms and legs" like a person walking on hands and feet. I originally rigged it like it had "4 legs" off the same "spine" bone chain. This didn't work at all. I had to create that same root bone at the hips or middle of the back, with the hips and back separate. I was over thinking it. A dog, bear, horse, etc is simply the same rig as a bipedal character, just bent over.