Certainly not me, although Mom begs to differ. It’s been wondrously cold–I mean below freezing cold–for almost a week now. And that’s during the day. So, I’ve been going a bit stir-crazy and it’s all Mom’s fault. She’s the one who took the car keys away from me. And it was all because I went in the river to cool down after a rousing game of ball.
So let me tell you my side of the story. I was BORED–I mean crazy bored–so Mom took me to play ball. It was a balmy 27° F (-3° C) and I heard:
Don’t go to the river! So I did. I was hotter than a pistol (or so they say) and it was so refreshing. Except that Mom took me right back to the car. My furs felt a little heavy for some reason. We went home and Mom rubbed and rubbed my furs. All that heavy water went away and I was refreshed. I just don’t understand why she won’t take me back….
Mom: Never fear, Sage was perfectly fine, although a bit icy, but only on her fur. She does love winter, even with no snow.
Mom didn’t take one photo of my funny feeling fur, but there’s ice all over the place. Just not on me any more….
I was glad my furs weren’t that frozen!!