I am supposed to forget about eating the dirty snow. You know how hard that is for a dog that likes to chop down a bunch of snow?
It is really hard…the whole world is like one giant popsicle to a dog…avoid the yellow ones she says….now the dirty snow ones too. Picky picky picky.
She says I should wipe my paws too…only in her dreams. She mumbled about some kinda booties…
She is bossy. I am supposed to ignore skunks, every night after dark and sometimes at o dark thirty AM she traipses out with me waving that flashlight and barking like some lunatic dog so the skunks if they are in the yard will run away.
They are waiting for the mud to come and go and the dirty snow to melt before taking me to the GROOMER. They spell it sometimes…but I am pretty smart and have it all figured out.