Snow Dog

Mum says that before we know it, the snow will be gone and our winter will be rainy and muddy and not much fun at all, so let's make the most of it while we still have it. Yay! So this is me running happily over the football field, chasing a glove. It is still way too cold to make a real snow dog, so I will have to do.

Today's snow report: it is really really cold, so the snow squeaks under mum's shoes with every step she takes. My paws are silent and stealthy as always. And another funny thing: the sky was blue but the air was filled with tiny glittering crystals dancing rather than falling down. I like snow, but I hope it doesn't get much colder. My paws and mum's bronchi draw a line at -13.