Aside from the cooler temperatures, there really isn’t much that The Pug appreciates about winter anymore.
It gets TOO cold for her older little bones to handle, and then add in the slush and the salt and the wind and the tonnes of wet snow, and I have a very grumpy little soul on my hands.
The one thing winter does bring us, however (aside from relief from those 40 degree summer days), is Lola’s beloved sunbeam.
When I see the sunbeam come in the window, I pull out one of Lola’s beds, and position it just so before I call her over to let her know her winter bestie has arrived.
Someone wanted company in the sunbeam the other day, though, and she wouldn’t stay on her bed unless I was there with her, so I picked up my work and…
…well, I’ve had tea in worse places.
Snooze well, little one. Mama is right here beside you.