snowballs and other mysteries

Hiya! It is I, Bruce. Today there is SNOW. I like SNOW because when it arrives we get up early and go for fun walks in my favourite places.

One of the many mysteries of taking a walk in the SNOW with humans is how very different their priorities are from mine. Kate, for example is endlessly preoccupied with taking pictures of the SNOW. . .

. . . as well as photographing other humans lost property . . .

. . . and muttering in vague rhapsodic fashion about how Edinburgh looks beautiful in the SNOW.

I on the other hand know that SNOW is best for frolicking . . .

. . . and that if you are good in the SNOW, BISKITZ magically appear.

However, one thing that is very odd about SNOW is the thing that is called SNOWBALL.

While other BALLS may be chased after, retrieved, and chewed, SNOWBALLS are mysterious and elusive. They smell of next to nothing, and, when thrown and chased after, they are somehow able to conceal themselves in an extremely vexing fashion!

And worst of all, on the occasions that you manage to catch a SNOWBALL in your mouth, it just makes things cold, and then it disappears! Beware! These SNOWBALLS are not at all like other balls, but are confusing and not to be trusted!

Personally, I find a STICK to be a much more steady and reliable creature, even when it is covered in SNOW.

And one of the best things about this particular SNOWY walk is that it visits a selection of my very favourite sticks. Do you remember that I once told you about the sticks that sing? Well, here are the singing sticks, singing in the SNOW.

The obvious conclusion: sticks beat SNOWBALLS paws down.

Hang on . . . she’s off again. . . . I’d better catch up . . .

See you soon, love Bruce xxx