And I do mean cold!

It’s so cold I can hardly stand to be outside!

Although, (yes you guessed it) Mom does make me go outside WITH her!

We always have to bundle up…Mom and I.

First Mom gets ready.

I just watch her…there is a slim chance I won’t have to go out if she is going out….If I just stay here by the fire she will forget me!

She doesn’t ever forget me!

Ever!

So after she gets her jacket on, then her boots, then the big Carhart, and BEFORE the gloves she CALLS me…

“Come on Boom, it’s time to go outside.  We have lots of work to do and you need to help.”

I try to squish down on the floor and well, just melt into the carpet so she can’t see me.

It never works!  I get…

“BOOM!  Come on now, we have to go outside!”

So I slink over to her with a big cheesy grin on my face and my tail whapping the air…

“Here you go, Boomer!”

BAM!

It’s done!  I have my coat on and we have go out into the frigid air…it was 3* this morning when she so rudely wanted to go outside and check on the chickens and the turkey and gather wood and feed the wild birds and well, tons of other stuff…

Guess what!!?

The coat does keep me warm and being outside is really nice…there are always lots of smells and things to see and do…

I guess Mom does know what keeps a Beagle happy!

Sometimes it’s more than a nice fire, or a snuggly blanket…it is a WARM COAT!!

Well, it’s 18* out there right now and Fuzzy and I are going for a walk to the combines…I smelled Freddy Fox’s footprints and came back and told Fuzzy.  He loves to go for walks; he just has to go slow.  I don’t mind going slowly (after I search everything out first).

Fuzzy is a buddy ever more.

(Oh, by the way…Fuzzy still likes to sleep outside.  Mom goes out and gets him and MAKES him come into the house for the night.  I think Fuzzy is really part Siberian Husky.

Brrr!

Boomer