an update. . .
so it's 330 sunday morning, and boris is under the bed, whimpering.
i let the two of them out, thinking, okay, it's cold:
pee, and come right back in.
20 minutes later, they're STILL outside running and chasing each other like
hell's coming around the corner.
22 minutes later: -17C, -2F, and i just want to go back to sleep,
but the dogs are outside romping.
and who says it's a dog's life?