This is the weather conditions when I got to work this morning. It's FREAKING COLD. It's only a few degrees warmer now. I'm actually glad I'm not going home for lunch; I get to stay inside at work while
Chris goes out in the cold to bring me food.
We got our first snowfall yesterday. It wasn't much, but enough to cover the grass. The sun melted it a little bit yesterday before the temperature started plummeting, but the ground is still mostly white. Last winter when
Vixen was still little, we kept her inside and used wee-wee pads, so she never got to experience snow. Knowing Chihuahuas and their tropical preference, we thought she was going to hate it, but when she went out yesterday she didn't seem to mind it at all. She didn't react to it being cold on her feet, just ran around sniffing and licking it.
Chiquita used to come in from the snow crying and licking her feet, but Vixen couldn't have cared less. Regardless, we chose not to take her out once the icy winds started blowing in last night, and in return she did us the courtesy of having her accident on the bathroom tile, instead of on the carpet or in the laundry like she usually does.