Bear here, and I have taken back the blog to save it from bad puns. It is really really cold this morning, my poor little feeties are not made for cold. Let us contrast and compare:
My paw:
See the long toe claws and short fur? This is a delicate instrument, designed for digging out varmits. My poor little feeties get so cold on our walk, but does mom carry me? No.... Well sometimes. She did mention buying boots for me, but dad put his foot down and said no.Here is Chief's paw:
You could snow shoe with those paws! Chief's feet rarely get cold. Look at that fur! And he has it underneath too, between the pads and toes. These are feet built for the cold.
Not only do I have to walk with cold feet, but I have the difficult task of keeping the floor clean when the girl eats. Don't tell mom, but I am training her to feed me from her plate...
I'm going to take a nap on the couch to prepare for lunch duty.
Kisses,
Bear
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