Aww. Take a peep at poor me in my very first encounter with the fluffy stuff. I sat down to meditate. Ponder it's downright disobedience. Then decided to consult with playmates in my park. How to get that snow to go? (Mom took photos for her delight along the way to the park.)
Cast your mince pies over Simba's Royal Mail Post Box. Wagging worrying. Will Postie be able to collect my Valentine card???
Left plenty of messages along the way on the snowy old balls. Giving it the boot. Tried eating it away too. But dog-a-blogging. Way too much even for a treat deprived wirey. Finally met up with my handsome chum Scooby in the park. Odd. Very odd. His snow doesn't look as deep as mine does it???
After an in depth and meaningful discussion of at least 3 loooooong seconds we concluded the best way to frighten off this snowy stuff. Chase it away.
We got straight to it. Kicking it all over. Boy that snow was persistent. Wouldn't budge.
Even got bold and attached itself all over my hirsute wiry torso. Headed off home to plot and plan. On my afternoon walkies I posed my problem to good buddy JR.( Have you met JR before? I met him on my first ever walk when I was a puppy boy. Been inseparable ever since. Meet up most days for mischief. And sometimes a spot of mayhem too.)
Look at the cool dude. Deep in whiteness up to his legpits. And still posing. Came up with several options. First up. Sat on it to squish and squash it into submission. No way Jose was that snow going down. Onto the next idea ...
we raced that snow away. Barking in unison from our barkboxes. Know what? Totally ignored us.
Now that really made us crazy. We took it in turns to tower over that snow...
putting the big frighteners on it. Was it? Noooooo.
Last idea. Tried laughing that snow straight out of town. Hmm. Must of lost my touch. Those fluttery flakes are still hanging around.
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