Mum: Just a v quick note before we begin, pointing out that Tara is 3yrs old, and has seen 3 whole winters. So her idea of 'best EVER!' isn't v extensive...
It is all rainywetsoggy outside to today, so we went with Mum and Dad to the pub and had steak bits and 100%burgerbits, but it is too cold and horrible for a walk, Mum says. So instead, I
have to get to tell you all about our blizzards, and snowy drifts and exciting Wild Artic Weather wot we have had this year. I have done lots of ArticExploring, and Cato has done lots of shivering inside whingeing about frostbite on his tinkle. Cos he is a wimp. And I am brave and clever.
Look! Those footsprints are mine! Doing my exploring stuff while we were on Holiday in Whitby. Can you remember our holiday with the big snooker table and the lobster pots?
This is wot it looked like. All dark and gloomy when the snow was deciding to fall.
And this is wot it looked like the next day. Mum said she wos sorry for the people who were staying in our holiday den next, cos she forgot to pick up a poo or two, and then the snow fell, and the poos were 'lost to posterity' under the snow. Haha!
This is wot Cato and Mum could see from the safewarmboringinside
And this is wot I could see from the freezingfrozenArticwastes outside. Can you see the grey stormy cloudy stuff coming in. It woz ACE!!!
So then the snow disappeared for AGES. And it was boring green again, with a bit of nice squelchy mud and crunchy ice. But then we went down to stay with Grandma and Grandad, and they had MUCH nicer more exciting weather and snow than us. See?
This is when it was just starting, and there were big fluffy snowy flakes that landed on my head.
And this is The Invader wot Cato and I hunted through the glass door! He is called Mr Pheasant, and Mum says he is as Bold As Brass, and should show more respec' !!! And he should!
This is after the snow fell, and when it woz melting.
Next door to Grandad's garden, over the hedge where the nasty barky West Highland Terrier lives
And Grandad's garden
See how DEEP the snowdrifts are?
This is the hunting trail wot me and Grandad cleared so that Grandad could put down bait for the birdles, so me and Cato could Hunt them. Only trouble woz, Grandad did it wrong, cos we didn't catch any.
Can you see me on the wall? I am lying in wait for birdies to land so I can splat them.
Cato is always going on about Hunting and Camo, and Being One With The Woods, isnt he? Well look at ME! I am One With The Wall, and a Fab Winter Hunter, aren't I? In my Camo.
See The Invader's footsie prints? Mum says he was just making a mockery of us! And he woz!
He went EVERYWHERE! Though some of those footsprints are mine, when I woz widdling and Hunting and stuff
But then it went all warm and melty again.
Bye bye ArticSnow.
Hello squishy SnowMud!