Here in Eastern Canada, we’ve been in a bit of a cold snap. Lots of snow, and temps are hovering around -15c during the day to -20c at night. Most of us are starting to look like this:
Buddy the dog is particularly upset. He’s informed me that the amount of snowfall has exceeded the acceptable snow-to-butt ratio and he’d much rather go indoors on a clean carpet than endure freezing snow up his nether regions. We were at an impasse for a while, then negotiated a truce where we walk on the little walkway under the balconies where there’s hardly any snow at all, and he can poop to his heart’s content on the bare concrete.
Buddy is 14 years old, so in dog years he’s 98 and therefore has senority over me. Or so he tells me.