We Love Snow!

We love the snow. Because we're dogs and we're trackers and it sure is easier in the snow. You can smell the track so much better, or maybe I mean you can see the tracks better. I guess it's easier to see the bunnies--I mean rabbits against the snow from farther away and Pepper was just reminding me yesterday that we're on constant vigil for the deer and now we can see them all the way across the hay field. Jackie says she could see a deer in the middle of a full grown corn field but since there's no corn around us I guess we can't put that to the test. And boy, oh boy, are those things important. I wouldn't let anything get in the way of keeping my eye out for anything that tries to invade our territory. I am completely focused. Well, sure I stick my head under the snow every once in a while, but have you ever tried that? It's a huge challenge to see if you can burrow all the way down to solid ground. And I like how it sounds. It mutes the constant barking of Jackie and Pepper. C'mon guys--give it a rest. If mommy wanted to know every time a cat crossed the road she'd put in an alarm system. And of course if Mommy is outside then I have to take time out of my work to play with her. Every morning she scoops big piles of snow off her car and I try to catch it all. I catch most of it on my head, but hearing mommy laugh makes it worth it. And on the rare occasion that she comes outside without Michael I feel it's my duty to continue her wrestling lessons. We've really been neglecting that for the last year--apparently I'm not supposed to knock Michael down when I'm playing with Mommy and I've found it's easier to just wait until he takes his naps. I've also found that the more snow we have on the ground, the more mommy's laugh resembles a screech. And maybe a cuss word. OK, OK, OK, so maybe I'm not the most diligent guard dog. If you promise not to tell Jackie and Pepper, I'll tell you my real favorite thing about snow. Snow angels. I make them all the time but when the other dogs catch me I have to tell them I thought I was rolling in rabbit pellets. I guess that's what good dogs are supposed to do...