I was like a little kid entertaining himself. I'd run and run, jump through the snow, dash through the trees...over and over again. You see, the bullies aren't allowed in my "big" yard. I don't know why, something about how they run the fence too hard. I think Momma Mary is afraid their bully bodies might pull a muscle or two or three. Not me tho, I'm made for running and jumping.
Today...part of the fun was teasing Maisy because she couldn't run through the snow like me. She did her usually trash talking but I just laughed right back.
Na-na-na-boo-boo, you can't catch me. ~Herny