
Oh no. Last weekend it was warm and sunny. This week? First snow.
Can you tell I'm not happy about this?

Mom took me to the dog park, to run around since it has been raining for several days. As you can see, Reddy the pit bull was having fun running. I was in slow motion.

Okay, Mom. I'm done. This is me hiding behind the tree from the blowing snow and wind (like mom was).
But mom came prepared and brought my sweater.

Carly was playful too... trying to get me to play as well.


But nope. Take me home, Mom.
I need the electric fireplace, blowing directly on me.