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Today after dropping the kids off at school, I decided that since I was already all bundled up for the cold I should fill the bird feeders.
I figured I would take Ginger along. I mean she’s a dog, why wouldn’t she like the opportunity to snuffle around the yard.
Well, she wouldn’t like it because it’s cold out, and we had to walk on the snow.
Part of it is that she is a short coated dog, but for the rest I blame the kids. They baby her. Especially, my oldest. If she sees Ginger snoozing on the sofa au natural, she will wrap her in blankets. And, let me tell you Ginger doesn’t shrug the blankets off or protest in any other way. In fact, she gets a rather contented look in her eye.
Often on Saturdays, I will go looking for the dog, only to find her snuggled under the covers with kid. So, really it is no surprise the dog was less than thrilled to trudge through the snow.
It was like walking with a recalcitrant toddler. She was shuffling her feet (you could practically hear her complaining about her cold paws) and shooting me dirty looks the entire time we were outside. I feel this might be a small retaliation for me always encouraging her to hurry up when we go outside for her potty breaks.
When I finished filling the feeders and announced it was time to go in she instantly perked up and raced for the house. Once inside she immediately hopped on the sofa, which was-surprise, surprise-located in the sunniest part of the house.
She spent the remainder of the morning toasting in the sun.
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