I used to go outside. Honest:
I did. There are even pictures on
this site somewhere of me outside. But I
am afraid I am never going outside again.
Last week it snowed so much I buried
myself under the covers and didn’t come out for two days. This week it snowed again and now we are
surrounded by snow.
I look out my window and I don’t even
have to look down to see snow. I could
jump out the window and land on the snow and go on a walk if I wanted to (but I
am afraid of sinking.)
I don’t know where all this snow is
going to go. Mommy says in six or seven
weeks we will be back outside preparing the gardens. But I don’t know how that is going to
happen. That is an awful lot of snow to
move.
The closest I come to the outside is
the porch where my pee pad is. I want to
look outside to see all my small animal friends but the windows are frosted over. River never makes it that far. She has pee pads in the hall and a pee couch
in the living room.
Where are my bird friends? Are they warm and safe? And all my little friends who live under
ground? How are they staying safe and
are their nuts warm? These are the
questions that keep me up at night.
Mommy still swears that we will be
back in our yard in less than a couple of months. I think she’s nuts.
Hey Hobo, buy stock in pee pads.
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