Observe! SNOW FEET...(someone tell Mom, ok?!)

I had a little discussion with Dad...I said Hey, Dad? You need to Save me From The Scarves, Dread and Itchy...You know my feet are magnificent?

He said Well, I suppose, Moyo - but why so This time?

I whispered Look, Dad. My feet are LABRADOR feet. And what they have been doing since we arrived in Canada is respond to genetic urging. I have Perfect. Hairy. Labrador. Snow. Feet. and somehow we need to make Mom get this.

So we made a plan...

And so we showed Mom MY PERFECT LABRASNOWDOG FEET...

First? The Beauty of a Back Foot...

Then the Perfection of my Front Feet.

Observe.

LABRADOR DNA + GROW EXTRA HAIR = EXCELLENT SNOW FEET.

'Nuff said.

And even though Mom got to muttering about Conspiracies and STOP WITH YOUR SMIRKING, YOU TWO...

.....Don'tYouLotThinkToGangUpOnMe as she fluffed out my scarves and laid them all ready at the Noahbago's door, Dad and I believe we have done a Mighty Fine Job of Convincing Her No More Scarves and DEFINITELY Never Ever Any Plastic Booties.

Of course, it will remain to be seen.