Here I am in the frosty tundra. I'm staring down a snowy path watching a midnight colored bird. I'm with my granola haired owner. I'm fierce inside but friendly on the outside. I'm thinking about the candy tasting bird in my mouth. I'm felling the frosty artic snow under me. I look like a midnight and cotton colored fur ball. I could be found in a average family home or in Alaska pulling a sled for a big race.
