Mama has dis thing about "gettin' some fresh air"! Since all dat white stuff got stuck on da ground, I'd radder stay inside where it's warm, but she has udder ideas.
Mama tole me "Al Fresco" means "in de fresh air". But, I dont know why she makes ME stay outside, when it's really "Al" who is "Fresco"! Yoo never heers anyone say "Dante Fresco" do yoo?
I gets captured and put on my leash. Heer I am sittin' on da frozen ground.
Is not so much fun, so I ask mama nicely if I can go back inside.
Much to my chagrin, she just says "You need some fresh air, Dante!" Ack!!!
So at leest I takes a spot on da porch where it is dry and not cold on my feets.
But suckah dat I am, I asks again. "Mama, may I pleez go inside now?"
Dat one wuz a 'no-go', too!
I tries my very bestest pleading. "Pleez, mama, pleez, purrty pleez? Fur da luff of Cod, let me in!"
An' do ya think she lissens to me? Of course not! Instead she decides ta take a movie pickshur of me suffering dese Arktick tempurratures!
Yoo will notice dat I tries my best ta ignore my Mama, but she just keeps on natterin'! Is not DAT cold, she says! Harumph! An' den she calls me a 'good boy'. Duz I need ta be frozen ta be a good boy? Is dat what it takes? A Dante pawpsicle?
Maybe if I poses nicely fur her, she will finally let me in.
Heer's a nice one! Mama says you shud BIGGIFY it fur da 'Wow' factor.
It's not over yet. Come back tomorrow, same time, same place to see what happens. Will I live happily and warmly efur after or NOT?
(Not quite) THE END