Not gonna let a little thing like some pesky snow slow me down, no sir-ee. There are sticks in them thar hills, and someone has to round ’em up. And bring them home. And make sure that they are left in a big pile outside of my front door. Like you do. Love, Bogart
Snow Bum
Well, THAT was a bit more snow than was advertised! Not the lake-effect wild snow drifts that some folks got, nor the torrential blizzard that other folks received, but I wasn’t really expecting much. The fact that there was any snow on the ground was exciting, and I wasted no time in creating those funky…
Snow B’Aire
Go Steelers Go
As we live in Pittsburgh now, it seems that we have become a part of Steelers Nation. Mama and I don’t watch much sports, nor get involved in any of the hoo-ha surrounding it, preferring to do our own sports of urban-park-hiking and stickwork (with some tennis ball action thrown in). Yet today after 1.5…
Snowman, 2. Bogart, 3.
Oh, snowman. You pathetic little frozen beast. Not even much of a snowman – just three slightly smaller sized lumps smashed on top of one another. Your arms aren’t exactly anatomically correct either, it would be difficult for you to accomplish much of anything with those oddly-placed appendages. You only have two. I have three. …
Leaving My Mark
Twas a wee bit frosty out this morning, the first I have encountered here in Pittsburgh. Â Yes, winter is coming and I am preparing by ignoring mama as she starts to pull my sweatshirts, coats, and the dreaded booties out of storage. During the morning’s stick-catching frolics, I laid down for a moment to catch…
Man of Adventure
Nothing can stop me when there are pine cones around. NOTHING. THROW ME A CONE! Um, thanks. CONE CONE CONE CONE CONE CONE CONE CONE Look. I let you clean my toes. I wore the potentially-humiliating Flashdance-style sweatshirt. I’m wearing the damn booties. GIVE ME MY CONE I do love this snow. Even though there…