That girl has balls...

Of snow that accumulate on her fur at an alarming rate when you have a foot of snow and she has to tinkle.
Wait, what did you THINK I was talking about?

It's exhausting.

And the few little chunks that I miss cleaning off of her end up murdering my wood floors.

Murder, in cold water.

And she has laser eyeballs.

Then I notice the dirt on her feet and nose.

Which means that she has been hunting wabbit under our deck.

Wabbit. Not rabbit.

Is it Spring yet?