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help me mom!!!

So according to this weather report, it's roughly -8 degrees out right now but it "feels like" -22 degrees outside. Needless to say, it is SOOOOOOOO FREAKING COLD out! Seriously, the moment you step outside your hands are frozen and your nose is red!

So this morning, about 6:22am, I get up to let my dog out. I get a burst of this FREAKING cold weather as the door opens and I tell Toby to "go potty." He runs out thinking that it's great because he does love the snow. However, not when it's -10 degrees outside and he has to pee.

He gallops around the yard, finds his spot to pee, pees, then gallops a little more thinking about how much he does love the snow. Then he realizes he needs to pee again, gallops around a little more, finds another spot, pees, then starts to run towards the door sort of limping. I look out and I'm like, poor puppy, just hurry up and get in here and I'll wipe your paws. He gets to the deck and he cannot step on his front paws. So he starts to sit on his hind legs and lifts his front paws in pain. I yell out to him, "Come on Toby, let's get some treats and I'll wipe your paws!" He looks at me in pain, jumps onto the deck and manages to limp his way into the house...

Poor guy.

He had a lump of snow in both front paws and it was so FREAKING cold out that he just couldn't take another step. He was happy to get in, warm up and enjoy his breakfast (as well as the treats that I promised him).

For a very slight moment, I thought I was going to have to run out there and get him. Little did he remember that I was still in my pjs and I didn't have any shoes let along socks or slippers to throw on. I'm just glad that he got it together enough so to run in...

Moral of the story... if you are cold then your animals are cold too! Let them out long enough to do their business but be sure to bring them in quickly! It's dangerously cold out there and they won't be happy about a lengthy trip outside.

Stay warm and keep bundled up!


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