12.26.2018

December 26, 2018

White Dog was on the foot of the bed, shivering. I tucked the blanket around her. "What is it, Little One?" And then I noticed more of the White Dog Army clustered on the floor near the dog door.  I leaned up on my elbow. "Oh."

It had snowed during the night and left a dusting on the ground. No one was keen on the idea of getting their footies wet and cold, nor did they feel the need to go out and welcome this taste of winter...

...except Zsofia. SHE sat out in the yard imploring SOME pup to come out and play.
With no takers, Zso stood and shook off her coat. Then she came back inside, hopped on the bed and dismissed the weather. "You guys are right; who wants to be out in this? My bottom is cold now and I may have to bury my nose under momma to get warm again. I was just out there in case any of YOU needed a friend to freeze with."

Steve came into the room. "You are all so dramatic. It is already warming up and the snow will be gone before noon."

"Good,"  White Dog replied. "I think I can hold it until then." 

2 comments:

TimberLove said...

Excellent pic Zso, now time for siberian-snow-angles!

Nuk

Random Felines said...

Poor Zso :)