A new day...a SNOW day!

Another birthday package arrived from Sir Eric Square Dog's Royal Mail. I love Eric's presents! He always knows exactly what I like (because he likes it too.)

This time, I wasn't so sure. What is this thing?


Is it some sort of strange blue gourd that grows in England? There's a hole in it...is it supposed to be birdhouse (but they forgot the perch)? Eric said that it's very favorite toy. It wobbles when I try to pick it up, so it's not a ball. 

Eric also mentioned that he eats his breakfast out of it every day! Those Brits! Rosie ate her breakfast out of a nice bowl, same as me, so maybe it's an English thing. Like Spotted Dick. Or Blood Pudding (I don't remember Bill Cosby EVER hawking Blood Pudding for Jell-o!) Marmite. Toad in the Hole. Bubble and Squeak (sounds like a pair of strippers! And not the kind of strippers that give us wiry dogs our stylish hairdos). Cornish Pasties (what Bubble and Squeak wear on the job in Cornwall!)  

Anyhow. Mommy put some treats in the hole. NOW I get it! It bobbles and wobbles and every now and then...a treat pops out. It makes a lovely noise rumbling on the hardwood floors. And I'm exhausted by the time I've gotten all the treats out. I hope my Rosie Posey will notice my biceps the next time we get together.

Mica just laughed at me, grabbed a can of Fancy Feast Beef and Liver and the can opener and headed into the other room with a nicely chilled glass of Sancerre. (Now that he's 18, he figures he can have a drink with dinner.)

Now that I'd carb-loaded, it was time to go see my pal Asta to tell her all about my romantic weekend with Rosie...and to have a great romp in the SNOW! We've been waiting all winter for this stuff. Sure, we've had a flurry or two, but then it would always sleet or rain on top of it before we could get out and have a grand time in it. 

Asta was waiting for me at the playground in her snowsuit. I was bringing the ball (natch!) and I was running late (thanks, Mom...) and she was a bit impatient with me. 

Immediately we settled in. Asta has some wonderful photos of our fun. If they're not on her bloggie yet, keep checking in. 

The snow was so floofy, the ball would sometimes disappear entirely in it! 

 

I'd been over to play in it that morning and found a ball in the snow! Outta the blue!

Look at that Asta - now there's a Square Dog for ya!  She looks like she's right off the shelf from F.A.O. Schwartz. So cute!

Ahhh, this new Snow Face Pack from our Tommy Holedigger Spa Dog range is so refreshing on my Bermudian sunburnt nose.  Now throw the ball already Mommy, my feet are freezing!

Ahhh, nothing like a nice snow-soaked tennis ball. Sorry Asta, but I just can share it quite yet.

This is what my park looks like today. They locked the gates so the snow is still clean and pristine.

And this is what my park will look like in about three months time!

Playing in the snow is a lot harder than playing in the warm Bermuda sand....

I wonder what my Rosie Posey is doing... I miss her.