THE COLD

TOBY IN THE SNOW

I,Pinkie, do not like the cold. I'm sitting on my nice warm bed with my best friend Toby looking out of the window. It's all white.

I remember the warm days, when I was on the walkway eating worms, now there is a great memory. How about when Kate took us to the beach and Toby and I got away? Great Fun! Toby was bound and determined to swim. Hey,Toby you sink like a stone, dude!
Ah, memories of spring and summer.

Today it will be more of the same: looking out of the window, sleeping, eating, and the occasional dash outside to....you know. Sometimes the sun comes out and totally fools me. I think, its warm again, but no, its not.  My only inspiration is my food. Once I eat, all inspiration is gone. Back to bed and the window and the white, to sleep, perchance to dream of warm days and nights. 

-- Brought to you by Pinkie's b.f.f. and guest blogger, Eileen Hurley!