Waiting for Mr Sping

I Foley Monster would like to file a missing person’s report.  The missing person is known as Mr. Spring.  Now I know according to our calendar Mr Winter is still taking up residence in our state but usually Mr Spring at least gives us a hint that he is coming.

He is supposed to arrive tomorrow, but when we awoke this morning we found Mr Winter still here showing no signs of wanting to leave.  He had spread his snow all over our lawn, he put his ice on the driveway, and he had the air where we live very cold.  All signs of a Winter in residence.

We aren’t the only ones who are longing for spring to make an appearance.  When we go in our yard to do our business the flowers poke their shoots up and ask us if there is any word from Mr Springs and we sadly shake our heads, shiver, and go about our business.

Reading some of my friend’s blogs I know Mr Spring has turned up in their neighborhoods and I am very happy for them but I don’t know what we have done to make him feel unwelcome.  I suggested Daddy go out and work on the lawn to show Mr Spring he is welcome but Daddy says he is going to wait for Mr Spring to arrive before doing it.  Sometimes Daddies make no sense.

Pocket and I are asking our friends who have been visited  by Mr Spring to ask him about moving up North.  Meanwhile we are doing whatever we can to chase away the guest that won’t leave, Mr Winter.  When we go outside we bark and growl at the air and pass gas to try to warm up the atmosphere the way that cows do to make it more welcoming for Mr Spring.

But still nothing.  I am very worried about him not coming.  When spring comes Mommy stops breaking her back cleaning the inside of the house and begins breaking her back working in the garden.  While she is doing that Pocket and I sit in our buggy, enjoy the sun and the fresh air and make sure Mommy puts her bulbs neatly in a row.

Instead we spend our days walking on the wet, cold  grass.  When we come to puddles Daddy picks up our leashes and we glide over them like Yorkie floats in the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade.  Each morning we wake up, look out the window at the grey sky and sigh.

Please come home Mr Spring, we promise we won’t get upset when your pollen makes us sneeze or chase the bunnies you bring with you.

Squirrels are still off the table.