“Watch out where the huskies go, and don’t you eat that yellow snow”.
Except the problem isn’t yellow snow, it’s me that’s yellow. At least that’s what Mom and Dad said after letting me play in the snow for a while. I just love the snow.
Evidently the pure white snow brought to light the fact that my coat has a faint yellow sheen to it. And that means I might be subjected to that of which I cannot bark….something that begins with a “B”, ends with an “H” and I don’t mean baconh.
I’m going to have b**hmares tonight.
At least da Bears won!
I love you – please keep your paws crossed that I don’t get a b**h. I’ll keep you posted.