167 To Go!

They say that dogs resemble their owners, and I've always known this to be true.  I mean, Bear and I are both super tall and skinny.  We're usually the most attractive one in the group.  Not to mention that we are both sloppy drinkers.

However, we share nothing in common more acutely than our shared loathing of winter.  This morning, we both piled on our coats and headed out into the first snow of the season.  He looked at me as I opened the front door and his eyes were filled with pain.  It was finally here, I told him.  Be strong.

Winter is just not our season.  To begin with, we are cold all. the. time.  For me, it will put me in a foul mood for months.  For Bear, he pees on himself.  He doesn't like to stretch out his body in the cold, so he curls his body up while standing and just pees from that position.  All over himself.  My foul mood reason #24.

In addition, winter clothes are not for us.  For Bear, it means people in hoodies and big coats.  You know, the people who need to be assessed for their danger to society.  In fact, we had to do a threat assessment on two people in coats walking a westie for a good 5 minutes on our morning walk.  Making me late for work.  Foul mood reason #44.

For me, I hate winter clothes because I have to wear pants.  If you are in my inner circle, you've likely heard my rant against pants (trousers to my UK blog followers, I like wearing underwear).  In fact, I could write a book on my hatred for pants.  They are either too tight or too big.  You have to tug them down or up all the time.  I never like the shoes I have to wear with them.  I literally have fallen over trying to peel skinny jeans off my body.  Truthfully, the first thing I do when I get home is break out the shorts.  Even if it's 30 degrees outside.  I even cut down my Christmas tree in shorts last year.  Shorts and a parka.  My legs just need their freedom.  Thank God that Colorado grants me shorts weather almost weekly year round, but still.  Foul mood reason #51.

And so I say to you, Baby Bear: today might be the start of the worse days of our lives, but there is always an upside.  167 days until spring.  Tomorrow it will be 166.

At least we have each other.