It’s cold in my little corner of the desert. Way cold.
ThatManILove has been freezing his butt off out in the field, but at least he has accommodations on location.
Zanna the WonderDog has been working with her trainer. Hopefully, she’ll return home tomorrow.
Zack the WonderDog slit his leg open last week hunting, so he’s been recuperating at the house. He gets his stitches out tomorrow.
So...with Zanna and ThatManILove out of town, Zack has been taking full advantage of sleeping in my bed. And to be honest, he’s been a welcome source of heat as wind chill takes us 5 degrees below zero the last couple of days. Us West Texans just don’t know how to operate when it’s that cold, ya know?
So, yeah, when I’m home, I’m glad Zack’s all cuddled up beside me. Well, most of the time.
When he has gas?
It. Is. Horrible.
I want to wake him up, and banish him to his kennel immediately; however, the damage is already done.
And it’s cold.
But I told you that already.