Hey look, it’s Bat Dog! I think Cassius looks like a bat with his ears standing up and his fangs showing.
He was trying to stay warm in our subzero temperatures last week. Cassius doesn’t generally like to wear clothes but it was so cold that he tolerated a sweater.
Our dogs really are our kids. They even wear hand me downs. The sweater Cassius is wearing belonged to our greyhound Phoebe who has been gone for a couple of years now.
The sweater still has a pink heart and Phoebe’s name embroidered on it. I did remove the white satin bow before I put it on Cassius. But I couldn’t bear to remove the pink heart. I did promise Cassius that I would add another heart in red with his name on it.
That seems like playing fair to me!
Baby, it’s cold outside. The last week, temperatures around here have been averaging around 5-6 degrees Fahrenheit during the day time and zero at night.
The weather and tv stations have been advising that people check on their dogs and cats. Why would you have to do this? Your pet dogs and cats should be with you!
We take our dogs out for about 10 minutes of play time, to chase the frisbee and ball. That is enough for them. They are glad to go out and glad to come in. They do want to know why we didn’t turn the heat up before we went out!
Relief is in sight however. Forecast for today is in the 20’s. Oh, the excitement!
Three dogs enjoying the balmy weather before the next cold wave. We have a brief respite with temperatures in the 30’s before we plunge back down to zero tonight. These guys insisted that they must go out and enjoy it. From left to right are Blitz the foster dog, Baxter, and Shelby. They were watching me while I hauled more wood to the house. Note that the dog house is not there because the dogs spend lots of time outside and need shelter. It was left here by a previous owner and our guys like to use it for extra shade sometimes in the summer.
This is Blitz keeping an eye on me.
And Shelby supervising me. She usually goes with me to get the wood so is not happy to be behind the fence. She doesn’t know what I might do if left to my own devices.
And Baxter wants to know why I don’t throw the Frisbee instead of trudging back and forth with pieces of wood.
The other three dogs stayed in the house. I imagine Phoebe the greyhound thought she might get her sweater dirty, Nikki, the petite sheltie, does not like dogs ( we don’t tell her that she is a dog ), and Roxanne the 15 year old sheltie is waiting for spring.
So the three dogs pictured above were my audience as I did my outside chores. I wouldn’t want to do it without them. They are good company.