Hi its me again, you remember that the last time I wrote I mentioned frost, ice and snow! well as you can see from the picture the frost and a little tiny bit of snow on the garden looked really pretty, especially against the blue sky. As long as it stayed like this it was okay, I could run around and keep warm in the garden and my balls bounced really well of the hard ground so that made chasing them much more fun.
The hard ground did have a small disadvantage though, it made digging my escape tunnels a bit more difficult, that combined with Daddy getting to know where the weak spots in the fence were made my visits to the neighbours more and more difficult. I did still manage the odd visit though.
Well I promised to tell you about snow! we went to bed as usual on Sunday, it had been very cold all day and this white stuff had started falling from the sky around Tea time, I had a little look out of the kitchen door, but it didn't seem like much to me. Anyway the next morning Daddy came into the kitchen and we went to go out side for our usual early morning greeting and tummy rubs and the courtyard outside the kitchen door was gone! the whole area was covered in a thick layer of white, very cold, fluffy stuff, which when you stood on it, it eat your paws and legs. In protest at this freezing cold assault on my paws, I did the only sensible thing and laid down, refused to move and cried to be picked up and brought back into the comparative warmth of the kitchen.
Well I promised to tell you about snow! we went to bed as usual on Sunday, it had been very cold all day and this white stuff had started falling from the sky around Tea time, I had a little look out of the kitchen door, but it didn't seem like much to me. Anyway the next morning Daddy came into the kitchen and we went to go out side for our usual early morning greeting and tummy rubs and the courtyard outside the kitchen door was gone! the whole area was covered in a thick layer of white, very cold, fluffy stuff, which when you stood on it, it eat your paws and legs. In protest at this freezing cold assault on my paws, I did the only sensible thing and laid down, refused to move and cried to be picked up and brought back into the comparative warmth of the kitchen.
Later that day, Daddy having called his boss and discovered that the company was shut (I'm not surprised why would anyone want to go out in all that white stuff) we had to go out for a walk. Mummy and Daddy got dressed up in lots of cloths and big boots and I got my lead on, seemed very unfair. We had not got to the end of the path before I started to change my mind about this snow stuff and by the time we had walked to the park, I was in seventh heaven, I could run though all the snow create huge plumes of dust bury my nose in it and generally thought it was the best conditions I had come across in my first year. I'm really hoping that we get to play like this again this winter, it was great fun.
As you can see from the photograph once the stuff had stopped falling, the sun came out and although I never stopped it eating my paws I had great fun in the snow. I'll write again soon.
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