White stuff

You know, I like being inside. Where there are warm holes in the floor. Where there is soft cushions to lay on (even tho' we are no longer allowed to lay on the furniture - go figure). But, I am not allowed to do my business inside. I must go out in this freezing cold white stuff and do what I need to do. With the Punk Pup right beside me - I can almost not get my business done. Not only do I have to deal with the cold white stuff, I have to deal with it coming out of the sky, AND with that Punk Pup marking up my territory.