These past few days, it's been bitterly cold. It's sort of put the kibosh on our morning walk with Wrigley—when we try to take him out, he just sits in the hallway and cocks his head, like, "You've got to be kidding." This morning, we tried again to get him out; ordinarily, he loves the snow, but today he stood in the driveway with his ears back and his tail tucked between his legs, shivering pitifully. So we sent him back inside, where he promptly did this:
Macro Bowls
1 day ago
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He looks so tiny on his new bed! I just took Gil out for a romp in the snow, which he loved. But after about 10 minutes he started holding his paws up, so I thought that was a sign to come in and de-ice them. Sure enough, there were little ice balls in between all his toes. So now he's curled up on the couch with a treat. It's cold outside!
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