White Stuff

Mum's been a bit busy these last few days so I thought I'd help her out by doing her blog post today as I heard her say it was time she did one.

(I'm Logan by the way, for those who don't visit Mum's blog very often - I'm a Toy Poodle and I try and keep Mum in order and make sure she does what she should so - she's been known to forget to walk me and feed me when she's busy doing that sewing stuff ).

 

Well, a few days ago Mum had my mate Jack's ( he's bigger than me but we have a great time chasing each other around the orchards when the Mums take us out for a walk) Mum round and they spent hours in the kitchen chopping and cooking up orange stuff then putting it into jars whilst I sat on the chair and dozed - blimey can they talk!

Then as Mum hadn't had a chance to make her own orange stuff she made it in the evening.

And then the next day........... she tipped it all back in the pan muttering away about something not sitting setting ( I thought she meant me at first, but I was sitting like a good boy at the time ) and did it all over again - I don't understand my Mum sometimes.



 

Then this white stuff started laying in the garden whilst she was finishing off the orange stuff, and she rushed off to pick my little mistress up from school early. Not sure what all the fuss was about, but Mum was muttering again when she came home about cars skidding all over the place in front of her, and lorries skidding sideways towards her - she was a bit frazzled and I was glad when she sat down with a cup of tea so I could sit on her lap.

 

Next day (Saturday) all my humans seemed to be at home, and I took my Mum and my little mistress for a good long walk in that cold white stuff - it wasn't very deep but it stuck to my fur.

 

 

 

 

So when we got home I was glad to lie in front of the hot black thing and lick the snow off my legs and paws - Mum tried to rub it off with my towel but it just stuck, I don't know why she bothered when I could easily lick it off and have a drink at the same time - humans!

 

Then my little mistress and Mum made one of those lovely chocolate things that they say I'm not allowed to have.

 

I think they're just being mean and selfish so they can have more for themselves.

 

Then Mum got all excited about taking a photo outside and muttered about l'heure bleu... and she hadnt even had a glass of that white stuff (different from the white stuff outside, this stuff comes in a bottle) she keeps in the fridge.

 

Anyway next day (Sunday) when I went out there was even more of the cold white stuff - I love it!

And it kept falling out of the sky all day long.

 

I rushed about the garden like a gambling gambolling lamb (so Mum said - Dad said something about running about like a loony.....)

 

By the end of the day the white stuff was over my knees - Mum said over 5 inches of the stuff, and that maybe nobody was going anywhere the next day as the lane was hardly passable.

So next day (Monday) was very quiet when looking out of the window from my favourite spot on the back of the sofa - hardly any cars, and not many of my friends walked by either - too cold for the humans who don't seem to like gambolling in the snow like I do.

So I had all my humans at home with me which meant lots of bed hopping first thing in the morning, and lots of lap hopping in the evening, and the hot black thing that I like to lie in front of was toasty warm all day - bliss!

 

 

 

 

I expect Mum will be back as usual soon as she's been busy with that fabric stuff, laying it out on the floor where I like to play and cutting it up then putting it back together again using that noisy machine thing,  up in her special room that is FULL of that fabric stuff ( boy, it is SO messy up there ).

So I expect she'll want to show you what she's been doing.

Well, this blogging lark is more tiring than chasing Bessie (the cat) up the stairs, so if you'll excuse me I'm off for a sleep.