Oh boy! It's snowing! Boss takes me for walks in the woods where I've found a very tasty pile of Deer shit. This is canine caviar (To me anyway). It's really yummy and although Boss tells me off for troughing it, I can't help myself. Anyway, I've seen Boss and Mistress tucking into those dark round things at night with a drink, so who is he to tell me off? I try to tell him that I don't mind him getting cross, but every time I try to kiss his hand he pulls it away. I don't even have dog breath.
I feel very hurt.
Love the snow though, although having had all my nice warm fur shaved off, I'm glad I'm not a Jack Russell, or worse still, a Dachshund. Ooooh! At least my important little places don't get dragged through the cold stuff. No wonder they've got such high pitched barks.
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