Cover your ears (or cover my mouth)! Cold walks with puppies....

Oh dear heavens!

It is COLD!

Our walks have been frantic short trips down the street with the pups so all can (1) get out of the house and (2) have a little exercise.

Our breath is frosted.

Our feet (and my hands) and our faces are numb.

We are the only creatures crazy enough to venture out in the cold dark evenings and COLDER dark mornings.

The water is frozen in dog bowls (Actually, we use large galvanized tubs, but that sounds weirdly un-poetic).

The sunrise promises warmth, but does not deliver (at least not until today).

Scruffy is thrilled to go inside.
Paddy is depressed.
Scruffy loves his crate.
Paddy hates hers.
Paddy is so sad, she rejects a cookie.
Oh, the degradation.

Cookie abandoned in the floor of the crate (she left it there all night and walked out without eating it).

We have struggled to find options for Paddy when the cold wind blows, but she will not behave in the house. It is really not her fault. Hobbes leads her on a merry chase. On one occasion (when she escaped the crate) I found some of our precious objects broken on the living room floor. It was obvious that either a hurricane had blown through the house or a dog and cat had played catch. [There is a "cat" in "catch," you know.]

NOTE:

OK. I did not deliver the <expletives deleted> you might have expected and I too thought would fill this post.

I warmed up and cooled off.

UPDATE:

It is warmer today, but raining. No walk - maybe tonight.