Nature Calls

I keep looking outside, hoping to see the bluebird of spring, but instead I only see the sodding geese of winter. Last year at this time, I was lapping cool water while basking in the warm sunlight. Oh, fickle Mother Nature, why do you torture a young dog so?! There's still eight inches of snow on the ground--how am I supposed to get a leg up to deal with the call of nature in these conditions? I got stuck in a drift the other day and had to be rescued by my mum. Can you imagine the mortification: a pillar of the canine community being carried in the house by his mother? How can I show my face around the fire hydrant? Oh, spring, come back to me--I promise long walks in the park and a lot of heavy breathing. You know you want me too.