I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges and I am disappointed. Where is the snow I was promised? Where is my Snow Dog that you promised to make for me?
Me: The snow flew over us during the night and landed on our neighbors to the south.
Stella: But you said that the snow was coming along with some delightful ice.
Me: Well, for whatever reason, it didn’t happen. We didn’t even get enough to cover the underside of your puppy pool.
Stella: But you said…
Me: All the reports pointed to snow.
Stella: Lady Human! FOR SHAME! You lied to a dog!
Me: I didn’t lie. The weather forecasters kept saying that we would have 1 – 2 inches of snow here.
Stella: Lady Human! FOR SHAME! You let weather forecasters lie to a dog!
Me: They didn’t lie either. The weather just didn’t follow through with its promise. There was snow. Just farther south. It skipped us…again.
Stella; I want you to march right down there to those people who stole our snow and get it back.
Me: Yeah, that’s not gonna happen. Let them enjoy their snow day.
Stella: And what about MY snow day? I had all these plans.
Me: Like what?
Me: You already had breakfast.
Stella: Yeah, but there was no snow to stare at through the glass. And what about potty time?
Me: You’ve already had that, too.
Stella: Yeah, but there was no snow to freeze my feet and I was looking forward to that. And what about my softie toys?
Me: What about them? They are all right there.
Stella: But now there is no snow to dunk them in and they were hoping to be introduced to snow. They are so disappointed.
Me: There’s no mud aftermath to drag them through either.
Stella: Yes, and there’s that. They really missed out. And what about nap time?
Me: I dare say nap time will go on today as scheduled.
Stella: Maybe, but I won’t get to nap in snow.
Me: You weren’t going to get to nap in the snow anyway. It’s too friggin’ cold outside.
Stella: Still, it was something to dream about. And then there is the worst thing of all that the No Snow Day has brought. Where, oh where is my little Snow Dog?
Me: You’ve got me there. There isn’t even enough for a good snowball, much less a Snow Dog. Oh, well, maybe next time.
Stella: Do you mean to say that this horrible disappointment is going to happen again?
Me: More than likely. And then one day, probably in March when it is least expected, we will wake up to a lovely blanket of snow and/or ice that no one forecast, and we can make your Snow and/or Ice Dog. And here’s some news. The sun is out, and the sky is clear.
Stella; Great! Sunbath time!
Me: It’s 19 degrees.
Stella: And your point is?
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