Changes, changes, changes…every day we see changes occurring before our very eyes. This morning the temperature was in the teens when I got up to leave the dogs out. Of course once I opened the door and the cold air rushed in…hitting them in the face, the stopped abruptly, looking into my face as if to say, “are you serious? Go out there just to pee?” On extremely cold mornings I am met with that look…every time. They always relent and go out to do their morning business, but return in record time to withdraw back into the warmth of the house and their beds in the bedroom upstairs, where the gas fireplace has maintained Vick’s boudoir as that of warm, toasty comfort. There they will remain until practically dragged out again when Vick arises.
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