There’s nothing better than playing in the snow. We had a big old fashioned scrap this morning, every dog for themselves; Jess and Alf chickened out after a while and went back in but your pal Bones keeps playing until dad drags him in.
It seems that I am so busy these days I don’t have time to do anything; rush, rush, rush.
Yesterday we had some snow, not a great amount, I wasn’t digging my way from the front door to the end of the drive to go for a walk – although that would have been great fun – no, it was just a couple of inches, a light dusting you might call it. Now, as you know, I love it when it snows, we all do. Alfie and me run around like maniacs and Jess just wants to roll about in it. I like the cold on my paws and ploughing a furrow with my nose to see what’s hidden underneath.
There is a problem when it snows though. I have to spend ages re-marking my territory. This is not just in the back garden either, there is the fields, the bushes up the park and of course every lamppost and gatepost in the street. It seems that for the next day or two after the come comes I am permanently balanced on three legs. How I don’t run out of widdle I don’t know.
I gotta go there are one or two bushes and rocks out the back I need to sort out…