Guess who's back? It's me, the Four-legged Clover. I am making my long awaited return to the blog today because the big guy is lazy and can't think of a post. I told him don't worry, I got this. I tried to look up the last time I posted but got distracted by the fox that lives in the woods behind my yard.
So how about this weather? I'm trying to remember if it was like this last year. Snow, Polar vortex, wind chills. Whatever they are, I don't like them. Well, the cold at least. I love the snow. I don't love that it covers the grass, so every once in a while I have to dig up the snow to make sure the grass hasn't disappeared underneath. And guess what? It's still there! It's been so cold that I can't be outside for that long and I can't go on any walks. I need to talk to that groundhog to see what his deal is. This weather is the coldest it's ever been in my life! I get my hyperbole cues from the big guy.
So guess who has four paws, a tail, and is becoming a grownup dog? That's right, this girl. I made the transition from the crate to being left out all day. Not left outside all day. My humans wouldn't do that to me. Right? Now I have free range to do the things I used to do in my crate. Lay down, sleep, yawn, stand up and spin around forty seven times only to lay down again, and chew my antler. Life is good for this bitch.
Someone once told me to always leave the audience wanting more. I would tell you that I am going to write more, but who am I kidding, that's probably not going to happen. So before I get myself in trouble by exposing my secrets to my humans, I am going to bid you adieu and get back to important things like you see below.
Until I sniff you again.