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Learning to love snow

So I’m learning to love the snow. Yeah, yeah. I know what you’re gonna say. ‘That’s not what you said earlier.’ I may have jumped the gun. A bit.

A girl’s allowed to do that okay.

Only one problem: My furs gets soaked.

Tonight my person had the nerve to chuck me in the bath when we got home. Evil.

If there’s one thing I despise – and let’s face it, there isn’t much, my life is pretty cushy – it’s BATH TIME

Yeuuk! I can barely type the word.