This morning I woke up about 7 am, fixed a cup of coffee, and took it back to bed to sip it while snuggling between the cozy flannel sheets.
It was four degrees below zero (-20 C) outdoors, and I was in no hurry to take the dogs out for their morning walk.
The dogs still had unpleasant memories of their last trip outside the previous night. They were in no hurry to go outside again, either.
Sunny is pad trained. She prefers to go outdoors unless it's raining hard or the snow is too deep or the temperature is too cold. Like this morning.
When I threw back the comforter to get up for our morning walk, she jumped into my warm spot and informed me that she was staying in.
Normally when she does this I bring her leash into the bedroom, hook it on her, and tell her she's going out with the rest of the dogs.
This morning I let her stay in. She used the pad.
It was good that Sunny wasn't with us. We only got a short way across the creek and down the path when Pappy decided his feet were frozen and he couldn't walk.
Fortunately his business was complete so I scooped him up and carried him back to the house. One of the few times he's ever appreciated being picked up when outdoors.
Glory, our big old lab mix, ran ahead and beat us to the door.
Let me in! Let me in! I want to go lie next to the radiator and warm up.
Ah. That's better.