If this is winter, I don't want it

So OK. I got to go outside to play on Saturday. But it's not all sunshine and roses, my friends. Oh no. First momma dressed me up in some sort of mummy outfit. I couldn't move. I had to waddle! I'm not kidding. And those dogs? I was like a sitting duck. I was carrying an apple to show momma (Uncle Jerry had to hand it to me because I couldn't actually bend over to get it) and Jorgie came out of nowhere and swatted me with her tail as she went by. I threw my hands up to protect my face because she usually pivots and sweeps back in for a "kiss" but I lost hold of my apple and then Jackie scooped it up and ran off for a mid afternoon snack. Apparently they "double teamed" me. And I blame it all on the snow suit. Jackie usually doesn't get to eat my apple until I forget she doesn't do fetch and throw it for her.
We had such a nice weekend. I helped mommy unload some of the laundry baskets. We keep them to climb into, but sometimes they get filled with clothes, so I just made some neat piles around the floor--didn't even have to be asked. I also helped make bread. Mommy said it made the fun last longer when I was there. Well, she said it took longer, and I assume that's what she meant. We moved some furniture. I was a lot of help. I showed her where I wanted my dresser by standing in the exact right spot. I could tell from her face that she appreciated it, but I don't know why she didn't set it right down--I was pretty clear on where it should go. I think she likes to look tough because her face got all red like mine does when I show people how strong I am.
The best part of the weekend was moving the couch. Grandma had a great idea to put some cushions on the floor and it's great. I can jump off the couch now. Sometimes I land on mommy but that's only when I can sneak up on her. I'm trying to be good company for the dogs since our cousins are gone and I think they like all the extra hugs. Every time I hug Jackie she gives a little yelp of happiness. Pepper must not know that I'm about to hug him because usually right when the great idea hits me he's moving up out of my reach. Jorgie runs right over to tell mommy when I hug her--probably to tell her how special it was. And they give me a lot of attention in return. It's almost embarrassing how much they hang on my every word during dinner. They really like my stories, I guess. Well, I'd better go now. Got some playing to do.
Love, Michael