I finally drag out my sweat pants and put on Tabi socks with my flip-flops.

Lucy insists/yells/barks like crazy at me… on having me put her hoodie on her before she goes out, and she rolls herself up in a fuzzy blanket when she comes in.

The Curmudgeon’s truck gets stubborn about starting. Nope, don’t wanna…

Gavin puts up with a cushion in his crate. Yep, only when it’s cold. He’d rather sleep in a bare crate. That’s my idiot dog.