Cavin Fever

In my last post I told you guys that I'm not enjoying this winter stuff. Come on! My hair is sleek and short, ideal for tropical weather, but somehow destiny had it that my life would be next to my mom in this cold tundra.

I'm so bored of being locked inside the house. I'm sick of not being able to run free or go for long walks. This weather just makes my paws and butt freeze in an instant. I see my friends, the golden retreivers, go for long walks and they don't seem bothered with this weather. They don't even wear a coat. On the other hand, I have to bundle up to the point that my body movements are limited.

Last night I told mom and master that winter was no longer keeping me inside. When we went on my evening walk I was out there for a 40 minutes in 22 °F weather. Mom was freezing. She said her fingers were about to fall off, but I was determined to get my exercise done. My short little legs are so tired of not moving! Don't get me wrong, mom plays with me inside the house, and you know I'm no crate dog, but walking outside is just so much better.

Today I also woke up determined to walk and enjoy all that fluffy snow. Mom said she was late for work this morning because I kept on trotting away in the snow. For lunch, master and I went out for a walk as well, and I better not hear him say he was freezing too.

I've decided that if summer is not coming to me, then I'm walking until I reach it. I miss summer.