Yesterday I bought Sophia some really good booties because her little feet get cold and she limps when it’s cold out. Anyway, she’s spoiled so she gets them.
It’s a good thing I got them because this morning I woke up to almost knee-high snow. Of course, Sophia only comes up to mid-calf so her booties didn’t really do much since the rest of her body was covered. She was a trooper, though, and plowed through it, but her furr is so long the snow gets balled up under it and takes 30 minutes to get out.
PAIN IN THE ASS.
It could have been worse, though, because before I went out with her this morning I put on her sweater. Yes, she has a sweater. It is pink with a frilly neck line. I tried to look as manly as possible as a gruff looking maintenance man passed me on my walk, but it was impossible.
And because it was so snowy and unusual and she was wearing clothing, she was distracted and didn’t pee or poop so ultimately I spent an hour this morning with my dog and got nothing accomplished.
It’s snowy than a muhfucka outside.
