Spring and Sprocket have been busy little doggies. With the snow and the cold and the electric blanket and the stir-craziness, they've been up to much mischief. I thought they might calm down if they had a bit of time composing.
Sprocket has been allowed to go first.
cold cold cold i have no hair on my eyes and they are cold and my feet have cold parts and my nose i like it the way it is in the wind but it winds up my nose into my head an my eyes get cold on both sides and i think my eyes are big but sometimes snow happens when its cold like now and the snow can hide things in the ground like those squeakings mouse and i dig them up sometimes they live under the bird feeder and that girl was trying to keep me outside so that the people inside could play with the walls and put wet stinks on the walls and i dug up a house of squeakings and it squeaked and it did it and i didnt want to eat it or touch it i only wanted to find it and i didnt care anymore but it was loud too loud and i wanted to go not listen but i couldnt but the girl got cold and took us inside and up and then sat on blankets and then the blanket that gets warm alone was there i love that blanket it feels like being cooked except not
Spring has this to say.
It snows.
I have snow on my snout sometimes.
I have reddish-brown eyes.
I look evil with snow and glowing eyes on my face.
That girl has a blanket that is warm without her.
I want that.
I want that girl to go so I can have that blanket.
I am beautiful.
I am snowed on outside.
I have soft hair because of snow.
I say you should rub my ears.
I am beautiful.
I am better than the other dog.
Feed me.