Dear Lord

When there's snow on the groundAnd we run out to playWhen we're bouncing aroundAnd barking "Hooray"!Or chasing kids' sledsWay up on the hillPaws and bellies get wetIn this harsh winter chill.But a personal problemWe find in this snowIs where oh whereDid our green grass go?We find we have to "Go"But you knowthat we don't liketo make "yellow" snow.We scratch we sniff then circle aboutBut things it seemsDon't always work out.Does your dog share our tale of woe?Where did our green grass go?Please bless us LordAnd melt the snow.Thank you and Amen.@$:Jacque PatrickTamaqua