When winter arrives in these parts, Rummy loves nothing better than a good romp in the snow. She gallops around the yard, kicking up plumes of swirling powder as her bucking hind quarters attempt to clear the drifts.
There are days, though, when the temperatures dip to the teens or below, that she’s all business in the out of doors. This morning was one of those days:
She got to the edge of the deck and decided, “Nah. I’mma just circle around a bit and go right here, mom. There’s snow here, so that’s cool, right?”
No. It is not cool, Rum. Not cool. *sigh*