Slowly the snow melts...

Mama hates snow. We walk along our route and the next thing I know she is kicking the snow! No one knows why she does it, even she doesn't know. She says she is tired of looking at it. I still like jumping in it; climbing the high drifts, and sticking my face in it. Not her.

Here I am a few snow storms ago...this particular picture I have snow on my face. You never know what good junk you are going to find hidden in the snow. My treasures so far mount to old  lottery tickets, banana peel, construction glove, juice bottle, someone's lunch trash (Mama had to really fight with me to get that one away from my mouth). Odd, all that work struggling with me to be top dog and she didn't even eat the lunch! Humans, who can figure them out?



 

Incognito--that is why you can't see my eyes.
 I don't want anyone to recognize me
wearing Sierra's sweater.



Dad, you never know what goodies you will find.
Come on, put your snout in the snow
and sniff around.





But really, Dad, you need some fun. 
Do we have to go home?
Please just 5 minutes more; I am begging; just 5 minutes.



Woof, woof, till later,
Zoey