Mental Baxter

Mrs O was off work today so all we did was to sit in front of the heater and hope our appendages didnt fall off. It was cold with a capital C. The dogs wouldnt leave us alone I think Baxter had a plan to wait till summer to go out for his wee he might have been scared it would fall off.

It got me thinking................

Eventually he had to go and to my horror/surprise he had a ball playing in the fresh fluffy powdery snow. I threw snowballs at him and he caught them and then ran round looking for them as they had exploded in his mouth. Not the brightest spark our Baxter. I wonder what he thought had happened??