I must be getting used to it I guess because I waited until it was only -3 to head out and do chores. The sun hadn't topped the trees yet but I had some things to get done and three mules were staring at the house.
I imagine they were mind melding with me and sending me mental photos of yummy hay.
I'd just let Charlie out and he had done a refusal until my stocking foot pushed him out the door. He looked rather upset with me and walked over to one of my very cool porch rocks and proceeded to pee on it.
He trotted back to the door. I let him in. He jumped up onto his blankets on the couch and gave me a look as if to say, 'there I peed, happy?
I shall ignore YOU!'
I shook my finger at him and told him he needed to get out in the yard and bless that chunk of a stump I'd put out there just for pee purposes. NOT my fossil rocks! He closed his eyes.
I got out a hat and scarf figuring that Charlie would need to bundle up.
He was soooo not impressed.
Next I said I'd get him a face mask so he wouldn't get chilled.
Again.
He was not impressed.
However, by late afternoon he was all in on going for a walk.
He likes snow and doesn't mind it as long as....
there is a trail...
and he doesn't have to wade through it...
When you have 3 inch legs, a fresh snowfall can certainly be hard on a little fella.
Note: Thank you Charlie for being such a willing little guy to put up with my shenanigans and join me on my winter walks. I do pick him up on trails like these so he doesn't get cold.
What a good boy.