It has been so cold out that even the toughest of little red dogs has cried "uncle." I usually scoff at cold and certainly bark loudest at other dogs who appear in public in clothing. There is nothing so undignified as a dog in Person's clothing.
But today I nearly froze to the pavement when I stopped for a couple of long sniffs and my tail stopped curling up in a smile toward the sky and started wrapping protectively down around my cold, cold rump. I built myself a nice nest when I got home. Revived with a few crumbs of gingersnaps tossed to me by my human cousins and some resting in the sun I was able to make a comeback.
But, I am not volunteering for squirrel patrol until we have a January thaw.
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