The male slave took lots of pictures of me, so I tried to look athletic, which is rather difficult when all the snow sticks to your fur. Both the slaves were so happy with the above picture of me they sent it to many people. If you go to this link thingy on the interweb and press something called like I might win a new food bowl. http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=465606680155817&set=a.465606600155825.94615.112783135438175&type=1&theater
You have to do it by Sunday (the day after Caturday) else it is too late. Please do this for me as the silly slaves dropped my last bowl from Chow Bella
Pandora wasn't so excited, but he did make an effort. He did draw a line in the snow saying the really deep stuff was not for him.
Yes, my paw print, left in the garden of pleasure until it melts away.
Eventually even I felt rather windswept and a little bit chilly so I insisted the slaves take me inside to be dried off and to have the snow brushed from my fur.