What?! One day earlier this week, in both the morning and afternoon, I was outside rolling in the grass. My olfactory system (yes, us dogs know big words too!) was fully awakened by a plethora of wonderfully intriguing aromas arising from the wintered grass. Ahhh, now THAT my friends, was a slice of heaven!
Then whammo by night fall that crummy snow is back. I’ve had enough!
I’m done hibernating!
I’m done shoveling snow (well, I don’t exactly shovel, but I do an awful lot of supervising while my dad shovels.)
I’m done sticking my paws in a bowl of warm water after taking a walk so that yucky snow-melting-salt-stuff doesn’t hurt my feet.
I’m done banging my nose into CLOSED windows.
I want to go outside and run the fence line with my neighbor pals.
I want to go outside, lie on my back, and soak up the rays.
I want to go outside and roll in the grass.
Is that asking too much? Am I being unreasonable? When will it end?