Walking

The sun was shining today, and Mom didn't think it was too cold outside, so we went for a walk. And when I say "walk," I mean WALK. We walked around our pond! We haven't walked that far in months.

Mom says we both got too lazy (not me!) and we needed some good exercise. So off we went!

I was excited because we haven't gone towards the pond in forever, so there were all sorts of new smells for me to sniff!


I had a ton of unsniffed pee-mail to check out.


"Oh, we gotta go that way, too, so I can sniff that tree over there..."


More pee-mail.


There was a TON of "news" to check on the garbage can!


Yet another good sniff spot. (Mom ended up with lots of pictures of me sniffing...)


Mom says the blue garbage can is for recyclables and the green can is for poops.


Here's a scenic picture of my pond.


See how my ears are blown back in this pic and I'm giving Mom a look?


Well that's because Mom "thought" it wasn't cold out...but it WAS! I froze my hiney off. The wind was blowing strong, too. Here's what the weather actually was:

So when I saw our house starting to come into view, I RAN that way!


It was so nice to be inside where it was warm! Mom thought I'd be exhausted from our long walk, but I still had enough energy left to roll for a while on a squeaky.


But I've spent all evening snoozing on the couch.


It was great to get to go on a walk around the pond again! Maybe we should wait for it to warm up before we go again, though. The pee-mail was practically frozen!

Coldest Night of the Year

It's been super duper cold outside here lately. Last night, Mom was even cold inside. She had trouble sleeping 'cause of the cold, but she thought it was all in her mind since she was tired and SOMEONE kept her up a lot.

OK...yes, it's true. I'll admit it. I'm "someone." I was ansty and I kept Mom up last night. She even had to take me out to potty at 12:30 a.m. and again at 4:30 a.m. And then I was still awake and antsy after that. I even messed around in bed, burrowing myself under the blankets.

This morning when we got out of bed, Mom realized just why she was cold and why I was so antsy... Our thermostat said it was only 51 degrees in our house! Brrrrrrr! And the thermostat was set so it was supposed to be that cold, too!

How on earth did the heat get turned down so low? We have a theory. Meet the culprit:

That's right. It's a squeaky toy.

See, Mom and I play fetch in our hallway. This is me waiting for Mom to throw the toy:

Yeah, I run ahead and stand there and wait. Anyway, our thermostat is on the wall in the hallway.

Last night when we were playing fetch, Mom tossed the squeaky and it bonked the thermostat. She didn't think to check the thermostat, though, to be sure it was o.k. It was just a light-weight, plush squeaky, right?

Wrong answer. The squeaky turned the thermostat dial when it bonked it, and that's how the thermostat was set to be 51 degrees!

Mom will certainly check the thermostat from now on after any squeakies hit it. And I really hope she improves her squeaky-throwing aim anyway so that no more toys end up hitting the thermostat.

It's been much warmer in here since we got that fixed.

But I'm still going to take my own M&M blankie to bed tonight, just in case!