Fluffy White Stuff Stikes Again

There is so much of it. My parents laugh at me because I'm "Pepe Le Pew" hopping up to the woods. I can't help it. The snow completely covers my stumps which makes pooping difficult. First, I have to hop my way up to the woods, then I have to mash down the snow while pacing back and forth, sniff out a good spot - you know the drill. And it's cold. And wet. The only good thing about it is that it tastes good - nice flavor, crunchy texture with a touch of environmental pollution. Good stuff.

Here I am running down the hill. Look at me in action: