*Bleeping* Snow

Now, I had a happy puppyhood in Texas before the frizzy haired woman stuck me in my travel box and brought me here to Chicago. Texas is warm and dry, and there are sunny spots to bask in as far as the eye can see. It's paradise for a min pin. Chicago is great in the summer (except when Frizzy and the Man take me to the lake. I hate the lake. For some reason they think it's funny to take me out into it and watch me swim back) but the winter is atrocious. My only options are nuzzling under the blankets or hanging out by the heater. Luckily, Frizzy and the Man provide some lovely sweaters for me, but going potty is still a hassle, especially when there's snow on the ground. I don't mind marking snow, but pooping is something else again. I don't mind telling you that I have a delicate bottom and I DO NOT like exposing it to extreme temperatures. I only poop as a last resort. The upshot is that I get to torture Frizzy and the Man with my bison-scented poots. That'll teach 'em.