I’m just back from a walk in the snow with Whitevanwoman and we are both steaming gently in front of the fire. It’s snowing hard outside and there’s several inches already and it’s excellent. Me and whitevanwoman were only out for about half an hour but we both came back white from top to tail.
Snow dog
I love the snow, it makes me all giddy and excited, skidding around everywhere and galloping around in the stuff. Whitevanwoman throws snowballs for me which is just as much fun as throwing tennisballs, except that snowballs don’t bounce but they seem to just disappear where they land. So to get them before they land, I make sure I catch them first but then they disappear when I try to fetch them back to Whitevanwoman even if I have caught it. Very strange. But there is always a good supply of snowballs – they don’t run out after one or two have been lost the way tennisballs do.
It’s been cold and snowy for a few days now – I don’t mind the cold at all, as you know, I’m a hot-blooded creature so I’ve been much in demand on hot water bottle duty for Whitevanwoman during the night. Last night it was 5 degrees in Whitevanwoman’s bedroom which she seemed to think was freezing whereas I felt that seeing as how it was at least minus 5 degrees outside, she didn’t have much to complain about. But I was happy enough to snuggle up next to her when she got into bed 
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