My mom can't come to the blog right now. She's catching her breath from a rousing game of Snowball (!) that we just finished out in the front yard. Snowball (!) is a game that I invented so that mo-ther might get some fresh air and exercise, and I'm happy to report that she's learning how to play it quite well.
The rules are simple...Mo-ther asks me if I want to go outside to retrieve the mail, and after a few cute wiggles on my part, the collar and leash are attached, the ball is clamped firmly in my little jaw, and out we go.
It starts simply enough. Mo-ther stands in the driveway and tosses the ball into the middle of the snow-covered front yard. Then, rather unexpectedly, I run like a little maniac through the snow (that's over my head, by the way), until I come upon the ball, shake it vigorously for a few seconds, and then bark bark bark bark at the top of my lungs. Mo-ther asks me nicely to bring the ball to her...then she asks not so nicely....and then she huffs and puffs her way through the calf-deep snow to get the damn ball herself.
Then she goes back to the driveway and does it all over again.
She's cute in that way...expecting a different result from the same thing over and over again.
After she's thrown the ball and retrieved the ball several dozen times, she usually realizes that I've already headed back to the house for some hot chocolate and my blanket, and we then go through a rather long lecture series in which she explains the concept of "fetch" to me.
I hope that you will love your weekend and that you get to do whatever it is you want to do. I'll be catching up on some movies that I've taped on the DVR device while bitching about the Christmas decorations still being out. Mo-ther, I'm sure, will find something worthwhile to do and will report about it at great length on Monday.
With love from your pal,