the Thanksgiving Low down

"LOW" as in temperature.

36 degrees two nights running- I think the 3rd night was 38!

Thanksgiving- 8am- 37 degrees outside & Tug has to go sooo bad they don't think they can get him "dressed" fast enough (collar, harness & leash). He leapt out of the trailer!

Later, Tug got re-released from his crate and made straight for my sister on her bunk (he's no fool). He snuggled in with her and was wrapped in a blanket. He had no urge to roam and even tucked his head down so all you could see was white blaze on a black dog in a black blanket. He's always so happy to get home after camping for 3 days we were cracking jokes about how he'd feel after 5 (and with horribly low temperatures, no less!). Mama said she'd never get her chair back. My sister said he'd run around pawing at everything going "mine, mine, mine!" I said he'd never go for another walk- he'd put his paws out against the doorframe and scream "no!"

Saturday, we were sort of packing early as we'd been warned there'd be rain (none came, of course). Tug decides to sleep in. Literally, after his morning pee break, he would not leave his crate. If you tried to talk to him he'd burrow his face down into his blankies and lay his ears back. Someone was sick and tired of the cold! He stayed inside by himself for the first time and it was without complaint.

He spent much of the time in the chaise lounger with whomever would sit with him. He likes it as he can stretch out just like our recliners at home. Tug loves to watch the fire and we had them every night. He's learned he's not allowed to get close so he doesn't try now. I know he loves the warmth, though.

When we got home he herded me to my recliner and jumped into my lap for a power snooze. Poor baby, he was filthy so Mama bathed him that night. I went in with her and he just stood in the bath tub with his head down like he was mourning his best friend. Then, of course, he got to kill his towel so everything was okay!!