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.
