I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Now that breakfast has been concluded successfully, which means without any disasters or weirdness…Sweetie. Sweetie!
Miss Sweetie: Hmmm?
Stella: I spoke too soon. What are you doing? What’s wrong with your feet?
Miss Sweetie: COLD! WET! BRRRR! So, I am licking them warm with my warm, wet tongue. Mmmm. They taste good. But so cold.
Stella: You were not out that long. My feet are not cold.
Snoopey: I know why. Look at the puppy pool.
Me: Oh. I see. Wet footprints leading away from it. It has rain in it.
Miss Sweetie: I love the puppy pool. It is always so comfortable.
Me: It is always comfortable in the summer when the temperature outside is 100 degrees, not in the dead of winter when the temperature outside is…well, less than 100 degrees. We never know for sure what to count on with the weather here. It was 38 this morning, Sweetie. That’s too cold for swimming or wading.
Miss Sweetie: The water looked so good, but now my feet are cold.
Tiger: Did you happen to notice that none of the rest of us stepped in it?
Miss Sweetie: Yes, I thought you were saving it for me.
Snoopey: We aren’t THAT nice, Sweetie.
Wiggles: Do you want me to chew on your feet? That will warm them up quick.
Me: No, Wiggles, I don’t recommend that. Sweetie, would you like some warm towels? I will give you some if you promise not to eat them.
Miss Sweetie: That sounds good, except for the not eating them part. I don’t think I can promise that far.
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