Ok, seems you guys don’t get it. I’m a fun loving Shih Tzu Puppy, not a Siberian Husky. I’m into warm baths, sofas, fuzzy woobies and rug floors, not blistering cold winds, frozen booty, and cold feet. Some shih tzus don’t like snow you know?
Where are the toys? Where are the honey oatmeal biscuits? Nowhere! I’m going back to the inside warm place. You can stay out here with Tatuk the Husky war beast.
You know, when Pop’s took me outside today, I thought to myself;
“Wahoo, all this ice cream for me!”
Yeah, NOT.
Poppa calls it “snow”.
I call it “cumbersome”.
Let’s see here.
Quiet.
Cute head tilt.
Little sniffles with the nose.
That “Momma I wuv you” look…
Yep. Something, probably expensive, somewhere in the house, is on fire.
