Yellow snow, yellow snow, yellow snow

Oh, the weather outside was whitening
‘Til the dog did something frightening
He’s got no other place to go
Yellow snow, yellow snow, yellow snow

And he doesn’t show signs of stopping
As he sniffs around his dropping
You see him everywhere you go
In the snow, yellow snow, yellow snow

When he finally goes outside
He’ll be frolicking ‘round in the storm
He’ll be marking our yard with pride
You can tell by the steam that it’s warm

When the snow begins it’s thawing
It reveals those puppy drawings
He’s a frisky little pooch van Gogh
Yellow snow, yellow snow, yellow snow

Come here, Yeller. Come on boy. Good doggie.

Oh, not on Frosty.

He’ll be marking our yard with pride
You can tell by the steam that it’s warm

Well, he’s happy and his tail starts waggin’
But the snowman’s left side is saggin’
There’s a little puddle right below
Yellow snow, yellow snow, yellow snow
Yellow snow, yellow snow

Yellow snow
Little patches of yellow snow
Yellow snow
Little patches of where Fido goes

Heehee! Mom saw this on the web. Too funny!

Mommie was wrapping presents last night. And I went to the pile and started sniffing and found my gift. I wanted to open it already but she said I had to wait until Christmas. This morning when she opened the gate to the living room, I went straight to the pile and picked out my gift again. But she said it is still not Christmas yet. Darn!

The other day, we went to downtown San Jose. We went to eat dinner and checked out Christmas at the Park. There were loads of people there so Mom had to carry me for a bit coz she was afraid I would get stepped on. We saw a few doggies, too. But doggies were not allowed in some parts of the park. Just the perimeter. But I got to see lots of Christmas trees and rides and even an ice skating rink. The kids who saw me kept saying I was a Christmas dog. Hehe!