This is the scene right outside my bathroom door as I take a shower. They are ever vigilant lest a door suddenly open up on the other side of the shower and I slip away without them knowing. In case there is any doubt, this has less to do with their loyalty to me than with the fact that they don’t get breakfast until after my shower and they want to be very sure I don’t try to get out of it.
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Now, this little man shares my bed and warms my back every night when he curls up into it and I’m as happy as Tom could have possibly ever made me. On top of which, Snowy doesn’t care what I look like when I get in bed so long as he’s allowed in too. So SCORE!
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But I think I can see Hawaii from here. If only this fence had a weak spot, that old lady who feeds me wouldn’t see me again until summer.
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I’m begging, goddess. Bring me someplace warm and sandy. I’m losing my normally cheerful disposition and starting to want to steal my owner’s credit card and make my own plane reservations.
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He may have lost a front tooth but he didn’t lose THE FRONT TOOTH that gives him such a manly appearance.
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Unlike BuddhaBubba, Snowy thinks that the snow is great. And he’d love to be a sled dog in the Iditarod… assuming by sled dog you mean that he gets to ride in the sled while the other dogs do the pulling.
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I will walk as far as I have to in order to get out of this damn snow. No matter how cute I look in a pink coat, it does not make up for the snow. I’m heading south and won’t stop until the heat of the sun burns this coat off my back.
(This is how you know that BuddhaBubba is NOT an Iditarod dog!)
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Or moose. It could have been a moo.. squirrel!
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