Day 11: Fur Babies & Snow

Trent loved playing in the snow. It was so fluffy, but not as fluffy as him. He ran ahead of his human, Tessa, and barked at a squirrel. It was late in the season for the squirrels to be out. At least that’s what Tessa said as she fumbled to take her thin metal box out of her small pouch. Why did humans have removable fur, anyway? Couldn’t they just leave it on all year like dogs? And what was up with them wanting to shear off his fur in the—

Trent forgot what he was saying. He wasn’t looking where he was going and hit a tree. He hit it so hard more snow fell down. It covered him up to his head, but he could feel his tail was free. He wagged it to get Tessa’s attention, blinking snow out of his eyes. Tessa saw him and laughed, using up her thin metal box and tapping it. It flashed.

Trent blinked again. He hated that thin metal box.

Thanks for reading! Here’s a photo of my dogs, both purebred Cardigan Welsh corgis. The one on the bottom is Buddy, and we lost him recently to age. He was sixteen and had a good long life this side of the rainbow bridge. The one on top is Salsa, and she’s still with us.