Yesterday was another–yet again–snow day and when there is snow, Peanut must play in it.

And when Peanut must play in it, Daddy must play in it, too.

She wanted to make a snowman and as any fun-loving, indulgent father would do, he agreed to it.

See, she has more of a supervisory role.

Observing while the farmer does the laborious part.

She might move to the other side, once in a while.

“Now, Peanut, you must punch the snowball.”

He didn’t really say that; I was just narrating.

Official carrot holder. Somebody’s gotta do it!

I hear it pays really well.

Then, Banjo arrived. He’s kind of a party crasher.

This dog is so weird. Army crawling is his favorite mode of transportation. “Pft-puth-puh! Note to thelf: Don’t uthe your nothe ath a thnow plow…” (He has kind of a low, rather unintelligent voice if you’re trying to hear this in your mind. You’re welcome.)

“I don’t know what that orange thing in her hand ith…but…I want it.”

“Thtealth mode… keep your eye on the target.”

“Doh! I’ve been made! I am up to abthoulutely nuffin.'”

“Thtick your nothe in the thnow…that alwayth confutheth ’em.”

“Then roll around…act like you’re just a dog…playin’ in the thnow.”

“Yawn…look natural.”

Meanwhile, the farmer is putting the finishing touches on the snowman.

All done!

Just your friendly, neighborhood Select Sires snowman. Out here in the cold. Advocating artificial insemination and exemplary genetics.

After that, being the adoring father that he is, the farmer threw a snowball at Peanut. However, Banjo saw this as an opportunity to play, as well. He kind of stole the show, in fact.

The big galoof was showing off, catching snowballs on the fly.

“Catchin’ thnowbalth…I can do it in my thleep.”

Famous last words…

“Firtht, you must antithipate.” (It’s kind of a selective lisp. I do it at my own discretion.)

“Then, keep your eye on the thnowball.”

“Wait for it…wait for it…”

“Doh!! Mith’d it!”

In fact, he never…quite… caught it again.

“But, look how high I can jump! Thee! Thee!”

“Yeah!!! Th-tuck it!!

“Find the thnowball…and…bow.”

A for effort, Banjo…ya cute lil’ thang.

Having way too much fun talking for my dog,

Breauna