Mother Nature. . . We need to talk!

I have been waiting for Mr. Spring to come visit me.  I peek out the doggy door every morning hoping that I won't frost my paws when I step outside.  *looks, I said paws, Mama. PAWS, shakes my head and turns back to my blog*

Every-time Mr Spring comes back and blows all the snow off, Mother Nature comes back and bites his nose.  *paws on My hip*  It is April 3rd for dog's sake.  What is going on?

We were sleeping peacefully yesterday morning, Mama in her kerchief and me in *no never mind wrong story*  any way sleeping peacefully and what did we hear *looks at Mama, no not eight tiny reindeer*  THE SNOW PLOW.  Sometime during the night Mother Nature had decided that we needed another frosting of snow.  Seriously?  Seriously?  I won't have to buy salt for a year, I can just run out and roll my kibble in the road.  Plenty of salt there.  

Implores Mother Nature. . . I am an old dog, 3 good paws and may not be around another spring.  I want this spring and I want it now.  *stomps my paw and promptly tilts over on my head, straightening up with a modicum of dignity and looks at Her*  Who ever peed in your Wheaties, it was not me.  Spring is my favorite time of the year and I want it now.  *smiles up at Her, my best smile*  Please Ms. Mother Nature.  *bats My big brown eyes at her*