01-23-2011, 08:19 AM
'Makes it hard to transport things, it's harder to find food, it's cold...but your right, it's not that bad' he said using his paw to scoop up a clump of snow and fling it upwards, letting it fall again. He dashed about in the snow like a puppy, before running out of breathe and collapsing onto the snow, giggling. 'You right, that's fun!' he laughed. He really was just a two (nearly three) year old puppy. He always had been childish, his parents often told him to grow up, even though he never really got into any trouble. Yes, it was very few times he'd gotten in trouble. He was normally reading or writing and didn't have the time to run amuck. He was playful, all through his life he guess he would always be. This is why he got on with the younger canines. He stood up and shook the snow from his fur. ’I like you’ he said, echo his past, as he said it like a pup, ’You fun!’ No he’d never really grown up at all. He could be serious, but if there was nothing important going on, why walk around like frozen cardboard. It just didn’t make sense.