Its coming soon. SNOW! The peeps don’t seem to understand.
Rain is bad enough. I walk with them to the end of the driveway and then stop. Sit. Look back — longingly at the gate and indoor warmth. Why the heck would anyone want to be out in drizzle? Humph.
Now I hear snow by the end of the week! What the hay? This is ridiculous. Next they’ll be snow booties. I really hate snow booties!
It is tough being ten. I am handsome (that's good). I am loved (that's important). I get to travel on my peep's lap (that is essential). I am friendly - after a couple of minutes of barking at strangers -- (it takes a bit to get over my cautious mistrust - I do need to be sure my peeps are safe after all). I am a very picky eater but my weight is healthy - (my peep just needs to add yummy stuff to my kibble — and it has to be different every meal or I won’t touch it).
All that, but at ten, I get really tired so I’m a power nap-pooch. I’ll be ready for zoomies in a bit!
...and just saying, Vivika is a lot older than I am. She's a pretty good sleeper too and her zoomies don't last nearly as long as mine!
If Henry had his cousin Gus’s long lanky legs it wouldn’t be an issue. But it doesn’t take much snow to get to Henry’s chest.
And there is the whole issue of potty breaks! You can’t see the lawn - so is it gone? Cold doggie feet! A little spot of yellow snow. “OMG, OMG — Mom let me back inside!!”
