For the past few mornings I have found myself waking the sleeping dogs.
I am convinced that I have the only dog in the world who needs a wake-up call to go outside in the morning. He is basically a teenager.
“Hey Duke, time to get up.”
Go get on coat.
“Duke, let’s go potty!”
Tacia prancing about excitedly in the background.
“Duke! Let’s go!”
Finally lifts head. : : Um, seriously, I’m sleeping here. Do you know that it is 6 AM? : :
A few days ago Duke got a new bed, which Tacia Immediately commandeered, so, in an effort to give him a reasonable place to sleep he also got a new carpet. Pretty lucky guy that nearly half of our bedroom is dedicated to his sleeping quarters.
I’m getting pretty excited for Chris to get home and take over some of dog duty. It isn’t so bad in the middle of the day, but it is starting to get pretty frosty in the mornings here. This morning I went outside to see a frozen pond and a temperature of 23 degrees. Brrr. It seems to warm up a decent amount during the day, I haven’t checked the temperature, but the pond melts each day and refreezes each night, so I would say that we are probably hovering around freezing +/- 10 degrees, a huge difference from South India temperatures.
I arrived home to new neighbors to our east who have a pretty clear view of my dog walking venue. In addition to being surprised by the size of their furry new neighbor, I bet they are amazed by the number of layers that I don to walk him. I’m pretty sure that I have been wearing warm enough clothing to endure several hours at below zero temperatures when I go outside for just a few minutes. It just feels so cold! I am beginning to understand those crazy people from Florida who run in long pants at 50 degrees.
Hurry home Chris!