My fur coat is thin. I have lost 5 pounds. Can I just say, “IT’S COLD OUT THERE!” (teeth chatter). I do not want to go outside to use the facilities. I do not want to go for a walk because the wind is going right through me. I want to lie on my pillow in the warm house with all these pretty lights on, and with the good smell of the woods to tickle my nose indoors.
I am so grateful I have a warm home this year. I admit, I was twitchy and itchy and a little wild the last few days. But I love my family, and I am so incredibly grateful to be homed for 7 months and counting. I can hardly believe I was that skinny, bony, shelter dog. My birthday is coming up in January. I am going to be two years old. Mom says that “puppy energy” is one of the reasons I am still having my wild spells. But they are fewer since I have been to Boot Camp.
Jamie says we are going to PetSmart tomorrow to buy me a coat. Mom had bought one, but it was too small. Naturally, I thought she was playing a game with me and I wrestled her back when she tried wrestling me into the coat. Woof! She figured out pretty quick that it didn’t fit. She was thinking of getting me booties, but I gave her A Look. She put them back. I’m not a poodle, you know.
Woof! Stay warm! Love, Maggie