No, this isn’t a porn post or anything like that, you weirdos.
Our dog is three now and is driving me crazy. She wants to go outside about every hour or so. First we start with the staring contest, in which I can feel her big brown eyes cajoling me to let her out. I turn, and sure enough, she is looking at me with an anxious expression. “I just let you out”, I tell her, but she is having none of that. Sighing and grumbling, I open the door. “Wheee” she says, running outside.
“Wait. What is this white stuff? It’s…it’s everywhere! My feet are cold. My ears are cold. You want me to pee out here?! Ain’t gonna happen.” Back into the house we go.
Lather, rinse, and repeat. She finally pees when she’s desperate, and returns to the sofa for a long nap. It’s been a tough day of futility, after all. I really wish I could take her for walks but we don’t have sidewalks in the subdivision and the street is often icy and very slippery. There’s a lake across the street and not much to break the wind, so it gets very cold out there. I don’t do well with cold anyhow, which makes Michigan the perfect place to live this time of year.
She’s looking at me again with that anxious expression. Oy.