Snow

White Stuff.  Falls out of the sky.  Cold.  Sticks in the fur between my toes.  Snow. 

Not impressed.

Snow

It also seems to collect on every horizontal outdoor surface until I can’t walk anywhere without dragging my tummy through it.  It ‘digs’ quite well but freezes my butt, so provides unsatisfactory results in the toilet department.  Mr B thinks there’s a joke about me ‘crossing my legs’.  However, I find that remaining immobile helps; particularly in a box beside a radiator.

Humans scoop up lumps of snow to throw at each other.  I have watched them from the windowsill where I can sit, hanging my tail over a radiator – wicking up heat.  Some of their dogs appear to regard it as a great game to bounce about biting the lumps of snow.  The point being …..?