This snow thing is getting old. The snow, not me. Okay, so I'm SIX now, but that's not old, even in dog years.
The thing is we had snow last weekend and that was fine. Mom and I got to play some and it was all good. But this morning I'm feeling grumpy. The snow was cold on my paws and I just didn't need to, you know, pee-pee all that bad so I was not stepping off the walk.
Does that make me a bad dog? Mom didn't say that. She just laughed and took a short video.
I'm sooooo glad I can amuse Mom on a daily basis.