Nites are cold and the best grate in the house is in the hall bathroom. I love that grate. It’s a great grate. I spend most of my nights curled up on the grate. Mommy is not happy with all the hair that I leave on the rug around the grate. But it is my grate and she will just have to live with it.
We hope this is the last storm of the season, but you never know around here. They name snow storms now, and this one is called Petra. She came with several inches of snow, then a layer of ice, and then rain. It didn’t rain enough to wash it all away so we were stuck with muck. We don’t mind the snow, but the ice and the cold rain is yucky. Hurry up SPRING!
Mom just doesn’t understand that once we are done playing in the snow we want to come into the nice warm house immediately, not one minute longer!
I look through ever door that I can to make sure Mom knows that I am wanting to come inside. NOW! I even have started barking at the door in case she has forgotten that I have been in the back yard for at least 2 days (Mom note: 5 minutes).
My tootsies are freezing Mom! Let me in!!!!
(No paws were harmed in the making of this blog post)