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My name is Daisy Belle Stein and I am a 2 ½ year old Bichon Frise. I am the guest blogger this week for Lakeside Reflections.
The above message is for my doggie friends. Please read it to them. For those of you who do not speak K-9, it says the following: it's cold outside. Brrrr. Too Cold. Brrrrr. Very Cold. Brrrrrrr.
If you are a big dog, have lots of fur, or just enjoy being outdoors, go outside and play in the snow. Rub your nose in it. Make doggie snow angels. Just don't come looking for me.
Arf woof bark woof bark growl. Brrrrrrrrr!
However, I am a small dog; I was the runt of my litter. Plus being a female Bichon Frise, by nature, I am a princess dog. That said, I DO NOT LIKE THE COLD OR SNOW.
I know that cold torture is about to begin when I see my Mommy getting all bundled up to take me out. The blue parka means impending agony for my tiny white body. Admittedly, I do have a cute wardrobe of doggie sweaters and coats to keep me warm in the frigid outdoors, but they don’t help much. I bet my Mommy wouldn’t be warm if her behind was exposed to sub-zero temperatures!
My boyfriend, Webster, a Basset Hound, laughs at my wardrobe but my pink fur coat with a satin bow is much prettier than his plain sweater. He says that my Mom dresses me funny because of John Malan. I just wish that Mr. Malan would tell me that its 60 degrees outside.
But I do have to go outside and do my doggie thing in the cold outdoors. I would like to stay inside but my Mommy gets very upset if there is an accident in the house. That goes back to the time when I was just a little puppy and . . . well, it’s not my fault that Mommy didn’t watch where she was walking in her bare feet.
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For as much as I don’t like going outside, it has its rewards. When I come inside, I get to snuggle up to Mommy or Daddy. They rub my tummy and then it’s all about the tummy rub. This makes me happy again.
Happy until I see Mommy taking the blue parka out of the closet!