Today Asa and I will be tackling the age old debate of which season is better, winter or summer.  Being older and wiser, I will begin with my support of the best season ever, winter.  Mother Nature, pull up a chair.  I think you’re going to want to listen to this debate, and take notes.

Chuck Billy’s Defense of Winter: Winter is clearly the better season because unlike summer downpours, we get fairly accurate warnings of when it will snow.  Never on our walks have we been caught in a snowstorm.  In contrast, on more than one occasion this summer we’ve been sprinting home trying to outrun a thunderstorm.  Also thunder-snow is a rare event, versus during the summer when thunderstorms occur on a regular basis.  I don’t mind protecting Mom from thunder, but enough is enough!  I long for the tranquility of winter.

Also summer weather is very misleading.  The cool air conditioning inside combined with the sun shining through the windows gives the false impression that it is the perfect day to go out and play endless rounds of fetch.  However, I just need to feel one blast of heat as Mom opens the door and I will promptly turn around with my ball and head back inside the house.  In winter, on the other paw, one look outside and I instantly know it is cold and refreshing, perfect for a long game of fetch.

Speaking of which, it is far easier to dig and find my ball in the deep snow than to search for it in the tall grass where evil snakes and ticks could be hiding and ready to pounce!  As an added bonus too, Mom allows us to dig to our heart’s content in the deep snow.  Yet digging in the backyard is off limits during the summer months.

Asa’s Defense of Summer: I respectfully disagree.  Summer is by far the better time for finding a missing ball!  Sure the grass can get tall with all this rain, but Mom simply needs to mow the lawn and we can get back to playing.  In the winter if we forget to bring our toys inside, it could be months before we find them again buried in the deep snow.

Also it is much easier to roll in the grass.  I admit making snow angels can be fun, but there are times when the snow is far too deep to even move.  Besides, in the summer I am more likely to pick up all sorts of wonderful scents and bits of things in my fur, as opposed to winter where I just get cold and wet.

Speaking of interesting scents, during the summer we have far more of our woodland neighbors visiting our yard and leaving all sorts of interesting presents to roll in and sniff.  During the winter, visitors are few and far between, except for the occasional squirrel scurrying past our window.

However, what truly makes summer the superior season is we get to go on all sorts of amazing adventures!  From beaches to mountains, to every place in-between, there are so many wonderful places to explore during the summer.  In the winter we just sit inside dreaming of what we’ll do in better weather.  Besides, our occasional winter hikes aren’t nearly as fun when dealing with snow clumping on our frosty paws. But who doesn’t like to eat Frosty Paws ice cream in the summer? Also summer in Maine is far shorter than winter which seems to linger on forever.  So we need to make the most of these brief summery days.

Chuck Billy’s Closing Argument: While I disagree with much of your argument, I do have to concede that you do make a few valid points.  Therefore, after careful consideration, I would like to suggest a compromise.  Why should we choose between winter and summer, when we can enjoy the perfect weather in fall and spring? In just a few months we’ll have perfect fall weather with beautiful sunny days and temperatures perfect for an adventure, followed by snow the next day just right for playing!  And in the spring we can enjoy beautiful spring flowers, while rolling in freshly fallen snow. Mother Nature, if you are listening, and I have no doubt that you are, could you please make every season like fall and spring?

Asa’s Closing Argument: Rather than choose sides, because every season has its pros and cons, I would like to conclude today’s debate by quoting Henry David Thoreau, “Live each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influence of each.”