Why snow and being a ginger ninja dog is cool.

It's very snowy here, which means walks are cold but extra fun.  Me and Louise went to the park yesterday, Cheshire's very pretty in the snow and I posed for Louise in front of a big old hill called Mount Kinder, which is a really high mountain near Disley where we live.  Mountains are hills that are so big that there's snow there more than other hills and they get their own helicopter.  We don't walk up that hill because Louise says she's getting too old for that (bad word) and I'm worried we'd get stuck up there and we'd have to use that helicopter and I don't have a passport (which you need when you fly anywhere). 

Me in front of a snowy Mount Kinder; my tail got cold

Helen and Stephen were in the park too with Samuel and Lois.  Stephen must like snow a lot because he played tig with me.  I won but I have 2 more legs than him; I feel bad for people only having 2 legs, one of the best things about being a dog is having 4 legs.  It means you can jump higher and run faster, although it means I can't do other cool stuff like play the piano.

Me beating Stephen at Tig

 

 

 

 

 

Samuel had a toboggan, which is a baby sledge like Santa has, although Samuel's doesn't fly like Santa's.  Samuel said I could have a play and I thought about it but decided against it, so I just checked it was safe for him.  It wasn't that I was scared, I mean Samuel does it and he's only 4 and I'm 5 and a half, but I thought that if I fell off I might mess up my hair and embarrass Dave by looking scruffy.  Dave puts wax on his hair to make it stick up which is weird because wax is what makes colouring crayons and his hair still stays ginger like mine.  Having ginger hair is what makes you a really good fighter because it rhymes with ninja, who are really good fighters.  I don't fight, but knowing I'm a dog ginger ninja is cool. 

Checking the toboggan is safe for Samuel

Very very very cold

It was saying on the TV that we were going to have a blizzard, which Louise said is loads and loads of snow and wind.  I wasn't looking forward to that at all but when I looked out the window this morning it doesn't seem as bad as I thought.  Louise is working at home because she says if the blizzard comes she wouldn't be able to get home to Disley, which would be sad as she normally feeds me.

Looking for the blizzard

I still get to go to John's house today and he's going to take me out walking, but this morning it was very warm in bed and I could tell it was very cold outside because the floor was white so I wasn't too eager to go out like I normally am.  Tomorrow is the weekend, which are the days that me and Louise get to stay in bed longer if we want without getting in trouble with someone call Boss.  I hope we can stay in bed and then cuddle watching TV, but Louise says she wants to hoover, which is where she checks the floor works with a noisy machine.   I don't like the hoover, it's loud and the string that attaches it to the wall trips me up.  Dave has to drive the bus this weekend so he can join in the cuddles when he gets home.  I like weekends the best because if it's too cold to walk, I can stay on the sofa.

Too cold for a walk