Hooray for Snow!

As usual, I gave dad some encouragement to get out of bed. Wet nose and licks in the face, especially the eye and nose area, can do the trick. If he takes too long to get up, I just throw my 80 pound body on top of him and that seems to do the trick.

I knew today was special - I could smell it. I ran down the stairs and looked out the front window. Hooray! It was snow. I love snow. You can eat it, roll in it, and pee on it. Dave will throw a toy and I get to dig through the snow to find it. The rat dogs like it too, except Blue. Lucy and Charlie like to chase the birds that keep invading our territory and then they chase each other rolling in the snow. The humans always laugh when they come back inside because they have something called "snow beards".

Blue is a wimpy little dog. He doesn't like to get cold, wet or dirty. Last snow storm a few weeks ago he had to be rescued by mom. He went too far out in the yard and couldn't get back. His pathetic little body just sank in the snow and all you saw were those big point ears sticking up. I would never run into a snow pile I couldn't get out. He is not as smart as me. He thinks he is bigger than he is. Mom calls it a "Napoleon Complex". I am not sure what pastries have to do with it, but most of what humans say doesn’t make sense anyway.