Fall memories

I remember a few months ago when the only thing I had to worry about was if my mom was going to wrap that silly bandana around my neck when we went for a walk. Now, I realize those were the good 'ole days. These new days are very different. Before we even think about going for our walkies she has to put on five billion layers of clothes and then she needs to do the same thing to me. Okay, it might only be one layer of jacket but it sure feels like a lot. I am a free spirit. I need to be able to run free and unlayered. There are also giant mountains of snow all over the place and sometimes we have to walk on the street. Not that I'm complaining about the snow. No indeed. I am complaining that my mom doesn't let me play on it the whole walk. So in conclusion I guess what I'm saying is that the bandana, maybe, wasn't so bad when I look back on it. Not that I'll let my mom know that. No need to encourage her when it comes to putting stuff on me.