This morning Mom didn't take me out to the garden right away. She made herself hot chocolate (it smelled sooooo good!) and sat in front of the window for a little while. I didn't mind that, because I usually make her beg for me to *go* anyway, but it was odd. And strangely quiet outside. But when she DID get all bundled up and opened the door - there was - HUH? - a wall of snow against the doorframe. Wild!
She shoveled out about 10 feet of a 'path' and said "There you go, Paco..."... like... what? What was I supposed to do? There was not a bush, a branch, a pole - NOTHING for me to 'go' on. Forget it. I'll wait. Mom says it may take a long time for the snow to melt.... I SAID I'll wait.
THIS is how to ride out a storm! Under a blanket with Mom! Anyway, I don't need to go out anymore... there's a *tree* right in the living room... remember?