Momma wasn't happy with me this morning. Today was my 4th Monday in my new home and I woke up to a disaster. I refused to go outside because of what was out there. I put my paws down, ran into Daddy's office, and climbed up on the sofa to snuggle with my fuzzy pink pillow. I'm was comforted, temporarily, by it's softness but soon Momma came to get me. She carried me, kicking and screaming, into the disaster. I'm scarred for life, and it's all her fault.
Welcome to the disaster that was my backyard this morning. I flat out refused to get my tippy toes full of this cold, white stuff. What happened overnight? I was just out here late last night and the weather was perfect. My foster mom neglected to warn me about this white stuff so I'm off to write her a letter just as soon as I finish this post.
Momma told me that I had to stay out until I did my business but I couldn't find a drop spot to do it. I searched and searched for just a teeny dry spot. Back and forth I went, Momma standing over me calling out words of encouragement.
The safest spots were near the bushes but I still had to get my toes wet - yuk!
I finally found a spot! It was all I could do to keep from shivering as I did what I had to do. I don't know why Momma didn't think to put my coat or at least a sweater on me but she claims it's because it was hard enough just to get me outside. Excuses, excuses!
There was no way I was staying out in that mess one second longer than I had to so after I did the job, I hightailed it back into the nice warm house.
I decided the best way to spend the snow day was with my pink stuffies, so that's what I did. We had a little anti-snow party in the family room, complete with treats and music. I wasn't going to let the snow ruin my day. My stuffies and I decided that we are going to be snowbirds but don't tell Momma. I need to break it to her gently that we are leaving as soon as winter arrives. I'm hoping she'll decide to join us in a warmer climate.