My mom makes me wear sweaters. She especially like brightly
colored stripe ones. I'm the joker of our family.
I am the closest dog to the ground and I collect snowballs in
my fur and on the sweaters.
When I come in to the house, I am scoped up in a towel
and deposit in a deep sink, with a warm running bath to
melt my snowballs.
It's a spa treatment for my feet.
Life is good!
1 comment:
What a good Mom, to take care of your feet like that! Where we live, it's not even so much the snow as the salts and chemical deicers that end up on the sidewalk. You don't want to be licking THAT stuff off your paws, believe me...
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