Last week, when my humans were watching the news as they always do, my ears twitched when I heard a certain word: 'snow'.
According to BBC Weather, Britain was going to be inundated with mountains of snow, causing train companies to take precautions and Heathrow Airport cancelling more than 80 flights.
Whilst half the country hates snow, as you can probably tell from that big picture at the top of the blog, I absolutely adore it. It's been four years since we had had enough snow for me to play in here in London so I could not wait.
Monday went by- no snow.
Tuesday went by- no snow.
Wednesday went by- no snow. But it was Thursday that the snow was going to fall, Thursday the weather people said.
Thursday came and- sleet.
SLEET.
I was fuming. Snow was what we'd been promised; snow was what I had expected.
But Thursday had let us down.
However, I kept my hopes up. The North was promised snow on Friday so perhaps London was due it then too?
Perhaps, the snow wanted to have the surprise factor and we were going to be able to build CASTLES in this belated snow.
Friday came.
Did it snow?
Yes.
But for how long?
About 10 minutes.
What a disaster. Nothing set in the garden, nothing set on the front lawn... There was absolutely no snow to play in.
My humans were disappointed and, more importantly, I was disappointed.
If any of you received the gift that is snow, I very much hope you threw endless snowballs for your beloved canine to (try to) catch.
Of course, I won't be giving up hope for more snow just yet- my paws are crossed.
Talk soon,
Jasper x
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| Back in the good ol' snow days... |
