THE good news is that Mom in her infinite wisdom last night decide gimpy knee or not her and us had a bad bad bad case of the winter cabin blues, and damned for the snow we were all going for a WALK. Dad ignored her and stuck his head further under the covers on the couch and pretended to SLEEP.
FURST I got to go outside with my Momma. I ran through the snow (well as far as my leash would go) and put my face down in the snow. I laughed and laughed and loved it. Mom and I walked all over our yard far away from Alcatraz. When it was time for me to go into the house though I REFUSED and Mom had to pick me up and carry my butt in.