... because you can't hate snow when it makes the dog so, so happy to find his tennis ball buried in it.
Friday, November 10, 2006
whereisitwhereisitwhereisithereitis!!
Somewhere between pints and limericks last night, it snowed. Hard. This morning, as I stood outside in pajamas, a parka, and hiking boots, I couldn't help but love the snow - because it was fat and fluffy like the stuff in Buffalo, because it was only thirty degrees out...
... because you can't hate snow when it makes the dog so, so happy to find his tennis ball buried in it.
... because you can't hate snow when it makes the dog so, so happy to find his tennis ball buried in it.
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that is perhaps the cutest snow-prancing done by any floppy eared dog I've seen!
ReplyDeleteVery cute, Truman. You melt my little heart. I especially like the bounding , excited ramapage he goes on after he digs the ball out of the snow.
ReplyDeleteI'm going to kidnap your dog.
ReplyDeleteHe'll have plenty of snow to pounce around in, and I'll scatter tennis balls all over the yard. He'll like it! It'll be just like camp.