My new job

I have a new job. I am a plow.

I cut a path through the deep snow for the dog.

Frankly, I’m not too happy with my new position.

The pay stinks…so I’m heading to the Big City to find a new job.

Uh, the city is crowded.

I feel small.

Insignificant.

I’m terrified of heights.

So, I’m returning to the country.

I’ll continue to be a human plow for my dog.

AND…I will not, under any circumstances, complain about the cold.

I hope you’re staying warm…and happy!

Love,

Lynn K.