It’s that time of year again, the time when all you want to do is eat a lot and pack on your winter fat…
And curl up in your bed and hibernate until spring. Bears do it! Why can’t I?
This bear…
Not this bear. He’s lying in the snow! He’s crazy…
But I am not a bear, I am a dog. And so I have to deal with the winter weather.
Where I live, it cannot decide whether it wants to be cold or warm, but it knows it wants to be wet. A few days ago, it rained. All day. I hate getting wet! I refused to come off the porch to go for my walks because I hate getting wet.The next day, all the rain had turned to snow, like the stuff that crazy polar bear up there is lying in. You shouldn’t lie down in the snow. It’s too cold for that. But the sun was shining and that meant it was ok to go for a walk because I wouldn’t get wet. Did I mention I hate getting wet?
This time Mom refused to come off the porch. Haha, not really. She grumbled about it though. It was bitterly cold and she hurried me along when we went out and we didn’t go as far for our walk as we usually do.
Mom is concerned now, because it’s winter and she is afraid I won’t get as much exercise as I do in the summer. We do like to hide in the house in the winter. We still go places though, so I do get out. We stayed at a hotel for New Year’s because Mom went to a party. I like parties. There’s FOOD!
About a week later, Mom and I went out for ice cream!
I was shocked that Mom allowed this, but that didn’t stop me from eating it!
Mom is worrying that I will gain back some of the weight I have lost so she is being extra nice and buying me more toys so that I get some exercise inside the house. I like toys and Mom says any exercise counts. Even just a few minutes of shaking my toy around before flopping down on a blanket beside it.
But it isn’t raining and I won’t get wet so “C’mon Mom! I want to go outside for a walk! I don’t care that it’s 19 degrees.”
