I successfully got the shirt on her, and was working on convincing her to wear the "cute pants" to no avail. She was sure the shirt she was wearing was a dress. I was loosing the battle. I let her be for a bit. I was trying the reintroduce-the-same-idea-later-but-with-excitement tactic. This sometimes works. She wasn't fooled.
I let it be for a minute and decided to take out some trash. I took the garbage out and promptly heard the door open and close after me. I turned to see this . . .
Izzybelle playing in the snow. Boots, coat, dance moves, and no pants.
Of course, Corban didn't want to be left out. He opted to keep his pants on, though.