Life goes on. Big Fuzzy lives on in our hearts. Been hard getting mom out of her funk but between me and Turbo, and of course Big Duke, we've been trying. All three of us storm the bed now in the morning, whereas only Big Fuzzy had the right to do that before. It makes mom laugh, get up, and get us biscuits. We have been right there for her, and finally she has picked up her keyboard and resumed chronicling MY story.
You can only imagine how horrified I was waking up last weekend to find the whole world changed. It snowed! Mom was merciless. I was forced out the door regardless. It's cold, and deep. Deeper than I am tall (12"). I stray far enough from the porch to do my biz (Thanks, mom, I coulda just used the carpet in your computer room but nooooooo!) Then I headed back into the Fifi-cave. I'm not coming out until spring unless mom brings me home a new sweater!
Turbo, he's playing puppy-plow and blazing a trail through the stuff. He's never seen snow before but I have! It's hard not to laugh though, he's so cute out there bouncing around discovering snow. He seems to like it!
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