Farley here,
Look what Kristina did to me now. I’m thinking she can read my mind, just by the way I’m giving her my big brown-eyed, I’m-the-most-pathetic-dog-ever stare and she gets I don’t want to wear boots pulled up like socks.

“What are you thinking?” I bark.
Kristina scratches my ear. “There’s a ton of snow and it’s warm. You know what that means…Remember what happened the other day?”
I do remember. Kristina spent an hour getting snow clumps off my fur. I loved it. But, alas, I wag my tail and give in. Let’s just get out the door.
We hit the trails. I’m running as fast as I can in these silly boots, when I hear the tell-tale squeak of a squirrel. I glance to my left.
There it is! Without thinking I bound through the snow.

I chase and I chase, but I just can’t get him…
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He’s me wagging my tail in thanks for the reblog.
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Sending belly rubs to Farley and hugz to you! @v@ ❤
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