I am so confused about what season it is these days. The calendar says it is spring, and for a while we had some nice, warm sunny days that made a dog want to go out and roll in the grass. But now it's cold and icky, which is not how spring is supposed to be, at least in my opinion. Yesterday, for example, the weatherman said we would get snow. Not a lot of snow, but a little snow. But we didn't get snow. Well, we got some snowflakes that fell down from the sky, but as soon as they hit the ground, they turned into wet spots. So that was not what I would call real snow. But my point is that we should not get any kind of snow in the spring, real snow or unreal snow.
Then yesterday morning, Nicky was in the flower bed, eating the leaves of the coral bells. After that, he came in the house and puked them up. I know why he did this. It's because his tummy felt icky and he needed to puke and make it all better. Sometimes I feel that way, too. But I usually just eat grass instead of eating Mom's flowers.
I've started eating Nicky's poop too sometimes, and in this photo, you can see my cute little rear end while I'm waiting for my chance to do that. I don't stick my head under Nicky's butt because Barry is usually there first, and Barry might bite me. That's the kind of evil big brother he is!
Anyway, that's all for today. I think I will go curl up in a blanket now and wait for it to really be spring!