Springtime Sniffs

The clocks all jumped forward— I don’t know how or why. But Mommy's up earlier, and I gave the clock the side-eye.

The cold wind is leaving, the snow’s turning to slush. The yard smells amazing— a glorious sniff-rush.

The grass is waking, the mud’s back in style. I stepped in some earlier… and wore it awhile.

The squirrels are faster, the birds sing all day. The breeze brings new stories that drift down my way.

Spring is arriving— I know it’s sincere. You humans say “springtime.” I say “sniffing season is here.”

—Toby 🐾