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.

Picture courtesy of Alana Elliot

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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”.

“Air Shitzu to Tower. Tower , we request permission to land, over”

“Tower to Air Shitzu. You have permission to land on runway 646. Be advised that we are experiencing heavy snowfall, over.”

“Air Shitzu to Tower.  Thank you Tower.  Be advised that we are also requesting the cute fuzzy wooby and the warm living room couch, over.”

“Tower to Air Shitzu.  That’s an AOK on cute fuzzy wooby.  Warm living room couch is currently occupied by three children and Auntie Petunia, over”

“Air Shitzu to Tower.  That’s fine Tower, we’ll settle for the brand new baby blanket in Mommy’s closet, over.”