The dogs they are comical with it. Our old beagle boy has to scout the yard every time he goes out. I get to go on rescue missions to collect him when his paws get to cold because old dog reasons state you cannot simply walk over to the open door when you are cold.
Then our little mystery girl Zelly she has super short fur and even with her coat she runs out and keeps her eyes on me the whole time to make sure she can get back in. Suffice it to say they get a lot of warm broth on days like this.
No none of this has anything to do with the painting above or anything really it is just kind of where I am today. Today is one of those great days when you can pretty much just hide away. I am spending it felting.