Damn car

I've been told to start recording my thoughts as soon as they occur to me on my masters' assumption my memory only lasts a few seconds.
I believe they base this assumption on my unwillingness to let myself be entertained by their juvenile wanderings into the mysterious world of dogplay. Over time I will train them and reward them with more attention when they start performing up to par. But for now I will accede to their request to bury them in my wit, humor and the occasional silent, viciously nasty, explosion of internal gases.

My GOD who could know that running around in that white stuff could be so much fun!!! I would say I've bounded, slid, flew, slipped, rolled, crashed, burrowed, careened, juggernauted... I run out of adjectives for all of the amazing things you can do with a little bit of frozen crystals.
So I get out of the car, ready for another "sit, come, dance, recite the dictionary starting at 'A'" routine when mom leads me out into an enormous silky expanse, bordered by walls of stately evergreens with their curtained sleeves. I run foward, checking back every so often to make sure I don't have to go herd the two lumberers to join me and before I know it they're running with me, naturally not as gracefully, but regardless... My heart thunders, my paws crashing to through the snow to my ankles as we dodge and parry our way through the field.

When I think back to those moments climbing into the woods, sampling the delectable leaves and twigs, dancing, flinging... I regress. And I grow weary, my brain and heart thump with the memories, but unfortunately, my body may have been worn out. I'll sign off, and add some photos for you guys to peruse.