What's she doing down here?

Margaret doesn't like the snow. I can't understand it. It's brilliant stuff and I get kind of excited every time we go out in it. I'll let you into a small secret. I do quite enjoy burying the wee one in it. He looks funny with ice blobs in his black fur - but boy does he get his own back when I'm asleep by the radiator after we get home.

Anyway, Margaret was having trouble staying on her two feet. I've always said that four were better but she can't help her limitations. Out walking she seemed to slide along behind me so I put on an extra effort pulling her as hard as I could. She said some dirty words which I think is a bit much now we have a wee one to consider.

Yesterday she was all excited. She got some funny things to put on her boots. Right enough after she put them on she could walk much faster which was fun but when I tried to do the pull her along behind stunt she just tipped forward straight into a snowdrift.

I got a surprise when I turned round and we were eye to eye. She wasn't pleased. Funny that.