Cold dog

It's been cold all week, with single digit lows at night, dropping down to -9 overnight during the weekend. Dad and his walking buddy have just been going out for a hot breakfast, and not trying to walk, this weekend. We tried going for a short walk on Saturday afternoon, but that was a bust. I came up lame after just a minute or two, with the bitter cold quickly biting into my feet. It's too bad Dad hasn't been able to figure out a way to keep my feet warm. Mom got me some pretty cool boots, but we all call them anti-gravity boots, as my feet seem to just float up into the air, when I have them on.

Happy Dog

I'm a happy dog. Since K is in hospital, and J isn't coming to the house today, I got to drive with S to work this morning. I get to sleep all day, under the warm blankets in my bed in the back seat of the car, in the nice cool shady covered garage at work. Then I got to go for a chilly 43° walk at lunch time.