Widget's Tail

Things are winding down in my duties to Bill. Though she still mourns Bill and I am sure she will never cease, she and I have to get down to the business of living. This winter is long and confining. I was just getting her to go out every day when this dang white stuff came along. It's cold and wet and not fun to walk in. She prefers the season as she likes to sit and write and sometimes in the evening, rather than turn on the picture box, she just reads. Which is fine by me, she lets me sit in her lap as long as I don't try to kiss her neck.
She has this green thing that looks like a book, but it isn't like her other ones. They must have lots and lots of stories in that thing, cause it's like her favorite. I don't know why it is so special, but whatever makes her happy is fine by me.
When I have to go out, I have to touch that white stuff and I hate it. But I am a big boy now and don't go in the house. She's so proud. Anyway, sometimes the guys at the back fence bark at me and I try to go way back there, but man is that stuff hard to run in. It creeps up around your legs and almost holds you in place. I'll be glad when they bring back the green stuff. It's warmer and much more fun to run in. Besides, it is better for my favorite thing, digging. I can't wait till I can dig up some of the bones I buried, if I can remember where I put them.
That groundhog thingy says six more weeks of winter, hope he's right cause more than that I don't want to do.