It was Groundhog Day two days ago. The forecast according to Wiarton Willy is that we are going to have an early spring because he didn't see his shadow. I don't know how I feel about that.
I mean, snow, ice, and salt are pretty hard on my feet in the winter. I suppose I could wear those boots that Mama and Papa bought for me, but they are so ugly and uncomfortable, and all of the other dogs laugh at me. I told them it would be a waste of money to get them, but they never listen. And I don't like taking walks when it's so chilly out - I don't have the nice warm fur coat that some of those other dogs have.
But then in spring time, it rains a lot. And I hate rain more than anything. It's just so wet. And it's not fun like taking a bath, where I end up smelling good, it's just rain, and it makes me smell like a wet dog. But then all the flowers start to bloom, and the weather gets warm, and the sun stays out longer. I think I like spring much better than winter.
I do hope this Wiarton Willy's prediction comes true. I'd hate for him to be wrong, with everyone so used to this mild winter (yay!). But then again, how scientific is it to have a rodent predict the forecast? I guess it's along the same lines as the meterologist's job on TV.
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