I can't believe my poochies. It's -40 with the windchill, and Sonny keeps wanting to go out. When I do let him out, he lies in the snow and then comes in limping. 10 minutes later he wants to go out again. Maybe he likes looking at his breath. I don't know. The poor guy had me scream at him to stop him from whining. He looked like Opera Man from SNL with that snooty expression and the words "Well, you don't have to yell" hovering on his lips. Wiska is a little smarter and is only going out some of the time. I've had to bribe Sonny in with a cookie. I then have to wrap myself up in a blanket to warm up because holding the door opening and calling has considerably cooled down the kitchen. Silly kids.
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He's going out for a smoke. I was talking to the neighbour and they distinctively saw him out there with a package of export A's and a newspaper behind the trees. It must be cold, he usually has a cup of coffee too....
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