New Dog Walker

I told you before that mom is expecting a baby and even though she enjoys walking me a lot, Master told her she had  to stop walking me.

Is not that she can't walk me, but with the Polar Vortex here in Chicago, it is just too icy and dangerous for her to be out there.

Walking with master.

I mean, there was this one night when she fell, but fortunately she landed on her knees. From that night on, my new dog walker is my master.

Don't get me wrong, I enjoy my walks with master - especially during the summer -  but mom has me on a schedule and I always go out on the dot. With master, I have to wait until he wants to go out, and sometimes that's not as early or on time as my walks with mom.

Mom says she tries not to remind master what I need to go out, but she is always pointing it out to him.

Here I am waiting on master to take me out.

As soon as there is no snow I will venture outside with mom again, I hope her big belly is not slowing her down. I like to run on my walks and to go far, and if mom can't keep up with me that will be a bummer.

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.

I don't like the snow

Winter at home hasn't been so bad this year. We haven't had much snow and most of the days have been in the 40s. There were those few weeks we couldn't get out of the teens and freezing windchill, but over all I've been happy because I haven't had to wear my snow boots.

Well, it seems my happy days are now long gone because Mr. Snow has paid us a visit. Wile everyone seems happy to be playing in the snow, I can't stand to be out there for more than few minutes.

Running back home.

Yes, the white pretty stuff makes some people happy, but not me. Im a tropical climate dog! My paws freeze in the snow and I can't sniff anything. What's worse, stumbling upon yellow snow from my neighborhood friends is not fun at all. For me, it is hard to want to do my business out there when by behind is exposed to the cold.

Mom does her best and dresses me up. I love my sweaters, scarfs and coats, but I rather be romping in the backyard when during summer time.

Winter bores me. I can't stay outside too long and there is less stuff to chase and sniff out. Don't get me wrong, I like the white stuff, specially licking it, but once my paws get too cold I just want to go back home.

I miss summer

It's Snowing Outside

I had no idea what this white fluffy wet stuff was. All I knew is that something was going on. The weather turned to freezing and where there was grass, flowers and trees before now has this cold, white blanket of what they call snow.

I like licking the snow. It kind of reminds me of what mommy puts in my water bowl. Yet, this white stuff gives me brain freeze.

Mommy insists on dressing me up every time I go outside. At first I hated this because I'm a dog. I don't need a coat, a scarf and boots to go outside. I thought I could handle this winter stuff, but once I step outside and feel the icy sidewalk and the freezing wind, I understand why mommy dresses me the way she does. I'm grateful she does this. If it wasn't for her crazy outfit I would just shake and stay put in one place.

Many of you are laughing at my outfit. I know it makes me look like an old lady, but if you squint and tilt you head to the left I look like the most adorable dog you have ever seen. Don't you agree with me?