It was 2 degrees outside when we got up this morning, Zinnia and Fate couldn’t wait to get outside and tear through the back pasture. Bud went out briefly, did some business, and came scratching at the door.
Later, when we were going out for chores, I invited him to come out. “Not me!, was the posture, he was sitting right by the woodstove, where he will remain for the duration of the storm. Bud doesn’t do snowdrifts.
We’ll put a pad down on the bathroom floor. There is no way he’s going outside in single-digit temperature.
Bud sounds like my doxie, Heinie. He would go outside and put two feet off the sidewalk and do his business. No way was he getting all fours out there.