A field spaniel is a work of art

But if you know me, you know this. My mom carved this of me as I was sniffing around in the snow in the back yard looking for my ball. I found it, by the way.

What's cuter than a field spaniel?

A snow spaniel. Duh. I found a ball buried in the snow with my excellent sniffer.

Snow day

Today is a snow day. I love snow days. We took an epic walk on campus and as we were running across Iowa Street I heard a squeak. My human had brought the squeaky ball in her bag and it was bouncing on her back. This made me dance a jig in the middle of Iowa Street and then my human yelled that we had to hurry. Those cars would have stopped. Here's some photos from the walk! Oh! And you know what else? I've been told I'm getting a new bed! A Casper bed. I wonder if that will be like sleeping on a ghost.

a Zigtastic jump!

and then spring went away

Winter stresses

The stress of keeping track of my ball in the deep snow is making me gray in the face.

One handsome fellow

A lick...just that quick

Have a ball.

Really, you should try one sometime. Squeaky balls are the best.

Vampire!

Handsome snow dog

Snow days are serious business

This is the first real snow we've had in TWO YEARS! Wahoo!

Just me

SNOW!

Caramel brownie with sea salt

Pretty please...

Can I lay by the fire?

That'sNOw dog!

I looked the like the Abominable Snowman until I started to melt. Now I am missing some hair around my eyes.

Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!