The Weather Can't Make Up It's Mind

That's what my mom says. The other day we woke up to 4" of new snow on the ground. Ziggy of course was lovin it. I dealt with it cause I didn't have any other choice. My mom wanted to play hookie from work and go cross country skiing on the golf course but went to work like a responsible adult should. It's a good thing she did cause two hours later it started raining, pouring actually, and it continued all day. By the time she drove home that night the thermometer in her car read 48 degrees (Fahrenheit) and all the snow was gone. On the way to work that morning it was in the 20's.

This weekend my mom decided it would be fun for her, Ziggy and me to go for a walk on the beach. We haven't gone in a long time and it was 44 degrees and sunny so it seemed like a good idea. Ziggy and I played in the dunes for awhile reading and leaving pee mails. Then we went down by the water. Whoa!! It was W~I~N~D~Y and freezing! Ziggy didn't mind though and he headed straight for the ocean and ran in! My mom started screaming for him to GET OUT! He got out but seemed a little perplexed by her attitude. That dawg should be living in Alaska. Winter is like summer for him. Not me though. The sand was whipping and my mom was afraid I'd freeze even though she made me wear that stupid sweater. So she scooped me up and put me in her coat. That's how we walked on the beach until we got back to the dunes. It was fun but now Ziggy is sandy and salty and has to have another bath (hahaha).