It snowed today, and I didn't like it one bit. It was wet and kept making my paws freezing cold. My mom said that she couldn't take me to the park because she had to go to Court and didn't have time to take another shower. What? Court is more important than me? I want to see my friends at the park! When my dad got home, he built a little snowman hoping that I would play with it, but all I wanted to do was get back inside! I started to like the snow a little better once my dad shoveled a pathway to my garden (at least I liked eating it), but I still hate the snow. I don't know how my sister Hudson does it living in New York! She's much braver than me.