I have been very busy these past few days. Supervising the restoration of my home after the toilet-traumas (mended, but we are still living with GrannaPea for the moment - it is warmer here). We have had some snow. I haven't seen very much snow in my life, but I do like it. Until I remember that it is cold and wet.
We went out early in the morning when it snowed (on Sunday). Mistress thinks that making a snowman is boring and I can't make a snowdog with my little paws. So we made a "snowrona virus" instead. At least it is topical. Mistress shared a picture of it and quite a lot of people liked it, which made me happy. Someone said they liked it as an example of typical British humour. I asked Mistress what that meant because I have never heard of a dog called that. She just looked at me, shaking her head. But she was smiling, so that's alright.
I like making people smile, even when and especially because times are horrible. Here is a picture of me after we had finished our building and taking pictures, showing exactly what I think of the REAL Coronavirus:
"Die, foul 'rona!"
I can be vicious when I want to be.
If only I knew how voodoo works, then I could destroy the virus for properly and for ever.
Here is a picture of the snowrona before I attacked it. This is the one that I said Mistress could share. She took quite a few pictures but in most of them I wasn't ready or I looked cross (so would you if you had to sit on the wet snow on your little furry bottom).
I approved this one. I wasn't burping in this one.
Later in the day we went out for a long walk and I had so much fun, I ran and played in the snow like a puppy. Afterwards I fell so fast asleep back in the warm that Mistress had to check that I was still breathing (I was). She told GrannaPea that I was so sound asleep that I was "basically just a chop with fur on it". But I had fun, so I don't mind.
The snow is almost gone now. I am quite sad about this, but was cheered up this morning when GrannaPea got a 'phone call from the local human vet surgery today - she is going to have her Covid-19 vaccine injection on Saturday. That makes me happy.
Mistress has got a new laptop computer for herself. Actually it is for me (I am typing this on it now) as long as I don't dribble on it. Mistress is using it too for writing some things but I don't know what she is writing. It isn't this, so it can't be very important, but I will let her have her turn and try not to be too cross about it. I don't like being cross, so I won't be.
Mistress took some more pictures of me playing in the snow. I will try and find one or two where I don't look annoyed at having my photo taken or am engaged in activities which are apparently "not ladylike". I don't know what that means.
When I was playing I saw some of my friends. Rolo the Labrador barked that he had a new joke for me. "What's the difference between roast beef and pea soup?" I didn't know. "I can roast beef but I can't pea soup..." He ran away laughing. I kept saying it over and over again in my head but I didn't understand it until later, when I was back home and Mistress was drying my paws. And then I got told off for slipping out of my towel because I was cackling like a misbehaving biddy-hen. Harsh.
Stay safe, be nice to each other, don't give up hope and keep smiling.
Lots of love from Gisèle x
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