Pretty darned cold here in Pittsburgh. Mum thought it might be time to pull out some of Bogart’s old cold-weather gear to see if it fit me.
Well, sort of. Apparently I am not nearly as cooperative at putting on the sweatshirt. And my harness-putting-on-skills need some work. But yeah, I’m not feeling this getup. How about we just run around in the yard until I get tired and maybe poop?