Regal Romp in the Icy Playground

The glacier temperatures were in the low 20s. The air was crisp and clean, with the scent of evergreen pine trees perfuming my surroundings. Playing hide-and-seek with my treasured blue rubber ball was a fun time. As Timmy launched the rubber toy into the winter sky, I watched my toy arch over the snow drifts and bury itself into the oblivion of the wet white blanket.

I threw myself into the winter game, leaping over the snow, my wet nose working on detecting where my ball went. As I executed my search, balls of icy snow collected on my wooly brown and white fur. With the determination of a Bloodhound, this winter wonderland would not be the final grave site for my ball.

I may be petite and known as the regal, quiet lap dog, but this Cavalier King Charles Spaniel is far from demure. I can be just as athletic and agile as any Border Collie. The chilly breeze fuels my energy and playful spirit to find my blue rubber ball in this freezing-deep snow.

The crunch of the snow mingles with the sound of my heavy pants as I blithely glide through the snowy landscape. My game will conclude when my prized possession is safely back in my warm, slobbery mouth. I feel the tingling sensation that my ball is near. With a sniff and a chilly dive, I retrieve my ball.

Jackpot!

Don’t ever underestimate my size. I am damn good at playing ball in this snow!